The Unseen Audience
by Benton Collier
(LLP-425)


INTRODUCTION 

The author of this realistically modern novel, has presented for the first 
time, with remarkable clarity and honesty, the problems that present 
themselves to the women of our fighting men overseas. He has restricted his 
focus to this particular problem but it goes without saying that it applies 
as well to any who have experienced long periods of enforced loneliness and 
the ensuing worry be she the wife of long distance truck drivers or the wife 
of this jet-age, on-the-go harried executive. 

We, in our technologically advanced age and affluent American society, tend 
to forget that women, just as men, are physical human adults and have the 
same emotional and physical needs. Perhaps because men make all the legal 
judgments in our society, this is naturally true. 

His timing in writing this particular novel is excellent because it comes 
during a period of increased social and economic freedom for women. They are 
becoming more and more judged as equals to what have been for centuries 
their masters the male animal. 

Sometimes, the greatest moral strength and purpose can be perverted and used 
by unscrupulous people for their own profit and pleasure oriented end. It is 
in this type of underhanded situation that this type of moral stance and 
belief can be sadistically used against them. 

The author has brilliantly and realistically portrayed this dilemma in the 
poignant story of one girl's struggle to save her identity and marriage 
against impossible odds and strong desires. 

First, he successfully depicts the loneliness and frustration felt by Alice 
Compton and shows how she is slowly drawn into a situation of evil purpose 
where, under normal circumstances, she would have had the moral fiber to 
resist. Bearing up as best as possible against a seemingly endless sense of 
loneliness and trying to bottle up normal feelings that would have had an 
outlet, Alice makes foolish decisions. Decisions that were, in themselves, 
innocent enough and well meaning on her part, but were used against her 
because she was trusting. Tempted yet, trusting, she was lured, by an evil 
plan, into a situation that the author depicts graphically, sparing the 
reader none of the details. 

The author here used the excuse of narcotic intensification of sensual 
pleasure to justify her surrender to the erotic demands of her pent-up 
sexual urges. In our opinion, this submission on her part would have 
occurred anyway without the use of this make-shift excuse. The prime 
importance of the use of narcotics must be remembered and made clear. The 
drug was used only to soften the blow to Alice's conscience. In other words, 
she was doing something alien to her way of life and something, had her mind 
and senses been clear, she would not have done so readily. 

She was a true and faithful wife in her own mind and would remain that way 
all her married life. It was the destruction of her ego that the narcotic 
protected and allowed her the rationalization that she was betrayed by the 
only friend she had in the world. Even with this protective shield of 
unreality supplied by the drug, Alice came close to suicide when she 
realized the extent of her orgiastic sexual involvement with total 
strangers. 

Another aspect of this powerful story comes to the fore when Alice's real 
loveable and strong moral character comes to the fore by way of contrast to 
the depravity of Garson Kline, a blackmailer and corrupter of women. One 
can't help but be in sympathy as she tried vainly to repair a weak moment in 
her life and regain a damning film taken by Kline when she succumbed to the 
pleasures of her flesh. Baffled and outwitted at every turn by the totally 
amoral and vicious man, one watches Alice Compton sink to the levels where 
she no longer has any self-respect or regard; all in a vain human, pathetic 
attempt to save her marriage with the man she loves. 

Certain critics, who have read the manuscript prior to publication, have 
passed the judgment that her "giving in" shows an innate flaw in her 
character and that no later degree of fortitude and bearing can make up for 
it. But they miss the point. It is at precisely this point, when all is 
lost, that the test of true courage and moral character begin. 

All of us, at one time or another in our lives, are forced to confront 
loneliness and react to it totally on our own. All of us, at one time or 
another, have had to look back and regret an action or decision that was 
made out of the cauldron of loneliness. 

It is how and why we recover from our acts that is the true test of a 
person's mettle. The author has depicted with great clarity and sensitivity 
the struggles of one person, Alice Compton whose story is told in the 
following searing pages. 

The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Garson Kline seated himself in an over-stuffed chair and watched the 
proceedings with a glittering eye, idly playing with a lighted cigarette in 
his hand. A tall thin man with an aristocratic face, he sat upright with the 
bearing of a Prussian officer. A cynical smile played around his thin lips 
as he watched what was going on in the center of the darkened room. 

A small platform, covered with soft black velvet, occupied the center of the 
room. Small spotlights played down on the platform and a portable backing of 
mirrors had been placed behind the platform so that Kline, and the 
participants, could see their reflection. Kline wearing only an expensive 
silk robe, flicked ashes from his cigarette and said, in a slight accent, 
"Begin." 

On signal, two young Mexican men stepped from behind the mirrors and up onto 
the black platform. They were tall and muscular, both of them in their 
twenties and both of them stark naked. They grinned at one another and 
stood, waiting. 

Molly Tuff, a stunning redhead, stepped out from behind the mirrors and was 
assisted up onto the platform by one of the grinning young men. It was 
obvious she had been drinking, for she swayed, almost losing her balance as 
she walked out onto the platform. She wore nothing but a flowing green robe 
and, as she stepped into the spotlight, her ample figure was silhouetted 
under the robe. Molly, in her late thirties, still possessed a curvaceous 
figure, with large breasts, pale-pink nipples, a firm stomach, swanning hips 
and long full thighs that tapered down to shapely calves. 

Still grinning, the two Mexicans led her to the center of the stage. Their 
cocks were already beginning to swell in anticipation of pleasures to come. 
Both of the men were in excellent physical condition; a matter of their 
employment, for their main purpose was to act as Kline's bodyguards. 

Molly put one hand to her eyes, shielding them against the glare of the 
spotlights, and squinted out into the darkened living room of Garson Kline's 
spacious desert ranch house. "Garson, please, couldn't we-" 

Her voice trailed off as Kline wagged his head in the dark, clucking his 
tongue. "Now, now," he said, as if speaking to a child, "You know my wishes 
and you know how I can be if I don't have my way. And besides, me dear," and 
his voice dropped to an insinuating whisper, "You know that you like it. 
Don't you?" 

Molly shrugged, a look of helplessness coming over her pretty face. "I guess 
so." 

"You guess so?" Kline's voice came out of the dark sharp and cruel. "You 
guess? Perhaps I didn't hear you, my dear. What was that again?" 

"I do," Molly said, slurring her words and looking down. 

"I couldn't hear you," Kline said as the two naked Mexicans exchanged looks 
and laughs. 

"I do," Molly said, raising her voice. 

"Do what?" Kline asked in that mocking tone again." 

"like it." Molly said, shielding her eyes again. 

"Very good. Now, like a first-grader, let's hear you say the whole thing." 

Molly took a deep breath, her luscious breasts rising and falling under the 
filmy robe. "I do like it." 

"Your enthusiasm overwhelms me, my dear. Very well. That will do for now. In 
a little while, you'll be begging for more." Kline stubbed out his cigarette 
and chuckled. "You see, I know you only too well. Diego, Chico, begin!" he 
commanded in a sharp tone. 

The two Mexican's were only too eager. The one called Chico grabbed Molly 
roughly and pressed his body against her, Molly resisting feebly. His tongue 
probed into her mouth while from behind, Diego fondled her firm buttocks 
under the gown then lewdly pressed his hardening prick against the soft 
yielding crevice as Chico ground his prick into her loins in front. 

Molly squirmed and Diego let out a low "ahhh," and getting a fistful of her 
long red hair, he jerked her head around and back until his tongue could 
find her wide open mouth. 

Garson Kline crossed his legs and laced his fingers together, settling back 
to watch the writhing figures on the stage as Chico opened the front of her 
gown to the waist and took her two large breasts in his hands and squeezed 
them, fondling the nipples between his fingers and watching them grow tight 
and erect. His hungry mouth enveloped them and he sucked greedily while 
Molly, her head still held back, moaned into Diego's mouth. 

Diego continued probing her willing mouth with his tongue as his arm slipped 
around her waist and forced her to lean back against him, bending her knees 
and forcing her to thrust out her hips in a lewd helpless manner. Chico 
opened the robe the rest of the way, revealing her jutting hipbones and the 
V-shaped pubic triangle of flaming red hair. Still sucking on the tips of 
her breasts, his hands forced her thighs apart and his fingers probed and 
caressed the fleshy parting of her vagina. 

All resistance left Molly and mechanically she slumped forward, held up only 
by Diego, her eyes closed and a depraved smile playing about her lips as 
Chico parted the. lips of her vagina, revealing the pale pink interior of 
her cunt already beginning to glint in the spotlight with unwilling 
lubrication. His finger worked in and out while his thumb found her clitoris 
and rubbed it, like a ball bearing, watching it flag itself erect. 

Diego let go of her hair and her head fell forward, flaming red hair 
partially covering her ecstatic face as she began, slowly to come to half 
life and gyrate her naked hips in time to Chico's thrusts. With Diego's 
help, her robe fell silently around her feet and she stood naked, wanton, 
eyes closed, her hands groping for and finding first Chico's then Diego's 
prick. 

She gripped the now two erect pricks in her hands, stroking them slowly, 
skinning the foreskin back with a moan, revealing their deep red mushroom 
heads. Behind her, Diego gripped her breasts and massaged them. 
Involuntarily, she moaned and said, "Ah, yes!" 

Garson Kline watched silently, a sadistic grin on his thin aristocratic 
face. He sat forward, his elbows on the armchair, not wanting to miss a 
thing, himself growing exciting watching the writhing figures on the 
platform and thinking of the delights yet to come. 

Still with her eyes closed, Molly sank slowly to her knees, a now sweating 
Diego letting her. She crouched on her knees, still gripping the hardened 
penises, still gently stroking them. 

Quickly, the two men stood closer, thrusting out their hips and grinning at 
each other wickedly. Molly opened her eyes and gazed at first one then the 
other prick to the other side of her face. They were so thick, so tempting, 
so hard! 

Slowly, the tip of her tongue tickled the tip of Diego's cock, Diego 
grunting. Then, turning her head, she did the same to Chico. Then, the three 
of them in a mounting excitement, she turned first to one then the other, 
her tongue sticking out, slowly, insinuatingly licking the whole head, 
feeling them swell larger and harder in her hands. 

Garson Kline began breathing harder, responding to the sexual excitement the 
three were feeling. He watched, leaning forward, his breath coming out in a 
small explosion as Molly slowly forced the foreskin on Chico's prick back 
over the glistening head then, opening her mouth wide, her lips elastic and 
tight around the thick veined cock, slowly taking it in her mouth, her lips 
forcing the foreskin slowly back. A shudder went through Chico and he cursed 
softly in Spanish, his eyes closed. 

Molly pulled the long cock out of her mouth with a soft sucking sound and 
slowly, dreamily, turned her head to face Diego's cock which he shoved 
toward her with a thrust of his hips. With a low laugh, she raised it and, 
ducking her head, she licked his balls hungrily then slowly, her lips spread 
and tight, she let his cock also slide into her mouth. 

Grinning at Chico, Diego slowly began to pump, his wet cock like some great 
piston bulging her cheeks as he thrust in, hollowing her cheeks as he pulled 
out. 

With a cry, Chico pulled her head free and he fell to the soft velvet floor, 
lying on his back and reaching up to grasp Molly's head. 

He didn't have to. Eagerly, with a cat-like cry, she straddled him in a 69 
position, seizing his huge cock with both hands and greedily, as if she 
wanted to devour it, she began sucking. Chico, with his head underneath her 
straddling thighs, reached up, his arms around her waist and buried his 
face, his tongue licking wildly, in her hot willing cunt. 

Behind her, Diego kneeled and spreading the pink cheeks of her ass with his 
thumbs, grinned down at her exposed and vulnerable rectum, tight and 
puckered. Lightly, his tongue flicked over it. 

A muffled cry came from Molly and her eyes were wild. All reason left her, 
all sense of shame as she spread her legs wider, thrusting up her smooth, 
firm buttocks and wiggling them invitingly, while below, Chico gripped her 
harder, his mouth glued to her cunt while his tongue probed for and found 
her clitoris. Behind, with lewd satisfaction, Diego slowly sunk his tongue 
into her anus, deeper and deeper, spreading the tiny, puckered entrance to 
her bowels wider and wider. 

Molly was beside herself now, her eyes rolling in her head, her buttocks 
grinding lewdly as the two tongues probed her, exciting her, igniting a ball 
of white hot fire deep inside her. Nothing mattered, nothing in the world 
except to expand that ball until it became as big and as intense as the sun 
itself, until it became too big for her to contain and exploded, engulfing 
her until every nerve in her body tingled in ecstasy. 

With a roar, Chico threw her to one side, scrambling to his knees as Molly 
rolled over on her back and obscenely spread her legs wide. With a wild 
wanton groan, she drew her knees up until they crushed hard against her 
breasts, her hands reaching down and finding her hungering cunt, her fingers 
spreading her vaginal lips wide as she wiggled her buttocks lewdly up at 
them. "Fuck it!" she moaned. "Fuck it, fuck it, both of you!" she implored. 

"Wait!" Garson Kline's voice cut through the air like a whip. Both of the 
men flinched, halting, crouching over Molly like wild animals. They looked 
into the dark with faces driven cruel and wild with lust. 

There was a pause that seemed to Molly to last an eternity as Garson Kline 
slowly lit another cigarette, the flare of the match revealing sitting 
poised in his chair, gray hair framing his thin face. His eyes were slits as 
he slowly exhaled. "Are you enjoying yourself, my dear?" 

"Yes, yes, Oh, God yes!" Molly breathed, still holding her position, still 
unconsciously thrusting her ass upward toward the two men. 

"Do you like it?" Kline asked in a soothing voice. 

"I LOVE it!" Molly screamed back. "You know that, I love it! Please, please, 
Garson, let them fuck me, let them fuck me hard!" she begged, panting. 

"Just wanted to get that little point cleared up. Very well, begin," he said 
with a magnanimous way of his hand. 

With a growl, the two men fought to get on top of her Diego quicker, 
crashing on top and plunging his rampaging cock home as Molly let out a cry 
against the sudden pain of entry and the two of them began pounding their 
loins obscenely against each other. 

Wild eyed Chico was not to be denied. Pulling 

Diego's head away, he fell across Molly's face, his cock finding her mouth 
already eager and sucking. The two men pumped viciously, mounting in 
excitement when, at a signal from Diego, they scurried, switching positions 
while Molly sucked under them, her hips bucking and her breasts spread and 
jiggling like jelly with the rhythm. 

With a growl, Diego tore himself free and got to his knees. "Time we fuck 
this gringa bitch good, eh, Chico?" 

Chico got to his knees, a mean glint in his eye. "Si. Your honor, my 
friend." 

Diego seized Molly's writhing waist in his arms and turned her over, forcing 
her to kneel, her head still on the floor. Still on his knees, he positioned 
himself behind her and gripping her hips, held her in position as the head 
of his iron-hard cock pressed against her tiny, puckered anus. 

Below him, Molly lay helpless and relaxed, her eyes closed, her mouth open 
and moaning. He would hurt her, make her feel like she was impaled on a 
spit, make her feel like she was going to be torn in two as he slowly, 
sadistically forced the head of his cock against her cringing ass-hole, 
stretching it wide, stretching it until she screamed under the pain. 

She remained docile, bearing the pain, knowing she would ride beyond the 
pain and humiliation to a pleasure unbelievable in its intensity. Garson 
Kline had taught her the pleasures of humiliation and depravity and as much 
as her conscious mind railed against it, as many times as she swore never 
ever again no matter what the price, she always returned, her mind glazed 
and fascinated like a rabbit hypnotized by the sinuous movements of a snake. 
She always returned because deep down an animal instinct told her she loved 
it, loved having people watch her humiliation and debasement, loved it with 
a fired passion that couldn't be satisfied or quenched except by going again 
and again and submitting herself to the whim's of a madman: Garson Kline. 

"AAAAggghhhh," she screamed, "You're killing me!" 

In reply, Diego, above her, held her tighter, his fingers digging deeper 
into her soft flesh and sunk his rampant cock an inch deeper each time. 
Below him, Molly's head was forced into the black velvet, her hair half over 
her face, her breasts billowing out, her nipples caressed by the thick 
velvet with each hard downward thrust. 

With one more savage push, Diego sunk his cock home to the hilt in her 
ravaged back passage, feeling the dark rubbery flesh clasping to his 
hardened penis like a giant pulsating leech. Then, grinning up at a sweating 
Chico, he nodded. 

like a limp doll, the two of them lifted Molly and Diego slowly rolled over 
on his back, Chico letting Molly down on top of him. She lay, apart, her 
passion-moistened cunt wide open and throbbing. She lay with her eyes 
closed, her arms flung out, moaning, shivering with anticipated pleasure. 

Chico got on top of her and parting the soft resilient curls of her pubic 
hair with its giant, throbbing head, slowly sunk his cock home into her 
molten fleshy cunt. 

Only a thin membrane of excited flesh seemed to separate the two ramrod 
cocks as Molly began moaning; unable to stop, the moaning turning slowly to 
animal cries of sheer pleasure as the two men began to slowly pump into her 
anal and vaginal orifices at the same time. Molly, helpless, spread her legs 
wider, wanting all she could get of both men, wanting still more than they 
had, wishing in a fevered excitement, for more men with more cocks, hard 
swelling pricks that would ravage her body until she came again and again 
and going on still until she lost consciousness and awoke to find still more 
men eager to have her. 

She gyrated her hips as much as possible, as the three bucked and reared, 
the two men fucking her hard now, sandwiched between them like a rag doll, 
fucking her brutally, faster and faster with Molly crying insane sounds of 
pleasure and thrusting her hips up and down, driven mad by the feeling of 
the two cocks sawing in and out of her at once. 

Garson Kline sat forward in his chair, his face no longer excited. He was 
vigilant now, watching Molly's face for the first signs of an oncoming 
orgasm. His timing had to be precise and his mind, in iron discipline, shut 
out his own wild excitement. His eyes narrowed as he saw the veins standing 
out in her neck like steel cords stretched tight and her wild sightless eyes 
roll back in her head, revealing white. 

"That's enough! I command you to stop!" he shouted. 

Instantly, Chico rolled off Molly and continued to roll away from her, 
writhing and groaning in his own frustration. Below her, Diego used all of 
his great strength to throw her off, his cock coming out of her widely 
stretched rectum with a wet sucking then popping sound. He too, rolled away 
and covered his face with his hands to help control his agony. 

A long wail escaped Molly's lips, almost tearing her throat. She got to her 
knees, wild with an unsatisfied lust, making a fist and screaming out into 
the dark, "You rotten bastard, you dirty rotten scummy bastard! God damn 
you!" 

Garson Kline clucked his tongue. "Such language. That will never do. Come 
here, you frustrated bitch. Come crawling over here." 

Molly remained crouching on the platform like a wild animal, breathing hard, 
her eyes staring off. Involuntarily, her hands slid down to her cunt where 
her pubic hair was wet and matted with her own juices. Unable to resist, she 
began massaging her cunt, desperately trying to bring back the raging 
pleasure that was now ebbing. 

"Crawl over here, I said, or do I have to resort to other means? Do I have 
to take steps?" Kline's voice rose in cold anger, penetrating Molly's lust 
fogged brain. 

Instantly, she obeyed, crawling on all fours to tumble off the platform with 
a little cry of pain. Getting to all fours again, she crawled blindly toward 
Kline's voice that guided her in the dark. "Over here, my dear." A small 
table lamp, next to the chair, was snapped on. 

Molly looked up to see the spider-like form of Garson Kline grinning down at 
her. He parted his legs and indicating, pointing one long finger, that she 
was to crawl between them. "My dear, you're not giving me enough. Not nearly 
enough. I think you need a bit more discipline," he said in a dry, amused 
voice. 

"I'll do anything you say!" Molly said in a frightened voice, a shudder 
going through her body, dimming, for the moment, the lust that ran, like 
red-hot wires, through every nerve in her body. Above all, she didn't want 
to be disciplined! Not the way Garson Kline did it! 

"Anything?" Kline asked, his eyebrows raising. 

"Yes, anything," Molly admitted, her body slumping. 

"Bring me another girl," Garson Kline said quietly. 

"What?" Molly asked, her eyes widening. 

"Another girl. She must be attractive, she must be innocent. You will 
deceive her and, eventually, deliver her to me. I will tell you exactly how 
to do it and give you the money you will need." He leaned close to Molly's 
wild, incredulous face, "No chorus girl, no willing little slut, but someone 
young and perfectly innocent. You will do this." With that, Garson reached 
and cruelly pinched the nipple on her breast. "Won't you?" he sneered. 

With a gasp, her face wincing, Molly nodded. "Yes," she whispered, "I'll do 
it." 

"Good. That's a good girl. You will be rewarded at the right time. Now," he 
said, settling back in the chair, "a reward for tonight." His hands parted 
his robe, revealing him naked, his legs parted, his hairy balls dangling 
lewdly beneath an erect, rigid cock. 

Lovingly, Molly took the cock in her hands and fondled it, rubbing its hot 
hardness on her cheek then kissing it, licking it then taking its bulging 
head in her soft wet mouth and closing her eyes in bliss, knowing what was 
coming. 

Above her, Garson Kline relaxed and smirked with pleasure. Seeing women 
humilated, torn down to size, becoming nothing more than what, in his mind,' 
they really were: sluttish whores, was the only sexual pleasure left to this 
jaded man. There were times when he didn't wish to participate, times when 
it gave him more gratification simply to watch, directing, forcing a woman 
to acts of debasement and, more than that, forcing them to admit that they 
loved it. 

With a flick of his fingers he signalled an only too willing Diego and Chico 
back into action. They scrambled off the platform and hurried to ravish 
Molly from behind while her head bobbed rhythmically over Kline's burgeoning 
cock. 

Molly spread her lovely thighs and thrust her buttocks up hungrily and 
willingly as Chico sunk his shaft home, with a soft plopping sound, into her 
voraciously waiting cunt. 

Molly, with eyes closed, relaxed and let them do what they wanted. It would 
be a long lovely ride for her, with the two of them taking turns, fucking 
her mercilessly from behind until she was driven to one beautiful orgasm 
after another, until Garson exploded in her mouth and Diego and Chico, one 
after another, came like rutting animals back there in her cunt. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Alice Compton read Tom's letter for the fifth time. Typical of him, he said 
little of what he was doing in Vietnam, reassuring her, as he did in every 
letter, that he was in no danger. He had reassured her so many times that 
Alice was certain he was in some danger and she found it hard to sleep on 
many a night, worrying about him. Tom was more than just her husband, he was 
her life. He was all the family she ever had. 

The world had come to an eriu" for Alice on her eighteenth birthday. Driven, 
by a girl friend, to a friend's house, Alice found herself the guest of 
honor at a surprise birthday party; the biggest and most hideous surprise of 
all coming when she learned, from the police, that her parents had been 
killed in a senseless auto accident on their way to that same party. 

The world became a cold insane place for Alice after that. Nothing mattered, 
for she had loved her parents and they had loved her, bringing her up a good 
Christian, taking care of her every need. Although friends never said it to 
her face, almost all of them felt her parents took too much care of her, 
sheltered her too much from the realities of the world around her. 

Yet everyone liked her, for she was genuine and sweet, always considerate of 
others feelings. 

Perhaps it's a good thing her parents watched over her so much, men would 
agree with many a glance at Alice's ample figure. It wasn't that she was 
heavy, there was just so much of her and Alice's and her parents attempts to 
hide her ripe and lovely figure did little good. It was a losing battle from 
the time of puberty on. 

She sat now, at her tiny desk in their Las Vegas apartment, reading Tom's 
letter and pausing to stare off, mentally composing an answer. They wrote 
each other every day, Alice sometimes writing as many as three letters a 
day, rising from a sleepless bed to write still another one in the middle of 
the night. She sat now clad in nothing but a bathrobe. Although her breasts 
were large, she didn't really need to wear a bra, for they stood out firm 
and milky white. And, although she always wore a corset, it couldn't hide 
the inviting undulations of her full firm hips as she walked. 

It annoyed her and sometimes embarrassed her the way men would stare at her 
in public. Las Vegas bothered her and she sometimes wished that Tom hadn't 
insisted she stay in Las Vegas while he was in Vietnam. It was his home 
town, but not hers. The way of life, the gambling and drinking and nude 
shows at the casinos, were alien to her small town sheltered upbringing. She 
obeyed Tom's warning not to go out alone at night and never, under any 
circumstances, to go to the casinos. She attended church every Sunday, 
making a few casual friends. 

Except for Tom's constant loving letters, life was lonely, her only friend 
being Molly Tuff, Tom's older cousin and Tom's only living relative which 
was why Tom insisted she move to Las Vegas. Molly had written a letter 
saying she would help Alice and "keep an eye on her". 

And she had. Alice liked Molly although she had to admit she didn't care for 
her at first. To begin with, she was a hostess in a cocktail lounge and 
worked nights. The job must have paid well, Alice told herself, for Molly 
dressed in expensive clothes, clothes that were too daring for Alice to ever 
consider wearing. Everything about Molly; her voice, her manner, her makeup, 
smacked of something sexual and not "right" to Alice. Yet, she found herself 
liking her, telling herself never to judge a book by its cover. Molly 
revealed herself to be a warm and funny woman, perhaps a bit off-color in 
her humor, but likable nonetheless, vitally concerned about Alice and 

Tom and going to great lengths to help Alice find a place to live and, more 
importantly, finding her a respectable job in a dress shop near her 
apartment. 

Molly at least called her every day to check out how she was doing and see 
if she needed anything. There were times when Molly would call and Alice 
would be apprehensive, feeling, from the way she talked, Molly had been 
drinking. Always, at these times, Molly would say, "Look, honey, I need a 
change. So, I'll be out of town for a few days. I'll call you when I get 
back, okay?" 

Alice never asked where Molly went on these periodic holidays yet her 
womanly curiosity couldn't help wondering just what she did off by herself. 
Molly was nearing forty, was divorced yet never seemed to want for men, 
meeting many at the cocktail lounge. Many times when Molly called, Alice 
could hear the sound of men's voices in the background. Laughter and the 
rattle of ice in glasses. 

Alice would chide herself for thinking evil of Molly, telling herself there 
was nothing wrong with anyone having a drink now and then. When she was with 
Tom, she loved to have a drink and get giddy. 

Molly came one night a week, Tuesday, her night off, to take Alice for a 
drive or to a movie. Outside of her work in the dress shop, the movie, and 
church, life was unbearably lonely for Alice. She spent all of her time in 
the apartment, alone, writing letters and day dreaming of her life with Tom. 

She had met him, two months after her parents' death, at a church social. 
She liked him immediately, the way he looked at her and spoke to her, a tall 
straight soldier, choosing, on his weekend pass, to visit a church rather 
than do the things other soldiers did in town. 

He was a gentle young man, treating her with respect and good manners. As 
the evening wore on and they got to know one another, Alice told him of her 
parents and their death. It was the first time she had talked about it. Tom 
was most understanding, having been orphaned himself at an early age and 
reared by an older cousin, Molly Tuff, whom he hadn't seen in years. 

Tom showed Alice home that night and made a date to see her at church the 
next weekend. He picked her up and Alice's heart soared, she was so glad to 
see him. They began going steady and church friends seemed to approve of Tom 
wholeheartedly. A whirlwind courtship ended with the two of them being 
married in church and going on a honeymoon. 

Alice was frightened on their wedding night yet it turned out to be 
beautiful, Tom leading her along gently, fighting back his natural instincts 
when he glimpsed Alice's magnificent body. 

They made love in the dark, the first time for Alice and, although she was 
tense and frightened by his stiff penis, she remembered what the minister 
and her doctor had told her and relaxed. And, when it was over, to her 
amazement and sense of guilt, she found that she had enjoyed it. It had been 
brief and awkward, yet it kindled a feeling way deep down inside of her. A 
tiny flame was lit and would never go out. She felt guilty because she felt 
that perhaps she had liked it too much, more than she should as a normal 
girl. 

Tom was a gentle and quiet man, never making demands on her. Although they 
fell asleep each night in each other's arms, he was not too demanding, so, 
to her disappointment, he didn't take her too often. Except, when, after 
dinner, she could hint at having a drink before going to bed. It always 
lowered him inhibitions and all she had to do was let him see her undressing 
in the bathroom, let him catch a glimpse of her abundant naked flesh and he 
was ready for her by the time she crawled into bed. 

And the flame grew. It grew each time they made love, with Alice relishing 
his body, growing excited at thoughts she had while making love, thoughts 
she would never dare say aloud or even permit herself to think of too long 
or too clearly. 

And the flame was with her now when she was alone and lonely in Las Vegas. 
The flame grew when lying alone in bed late at night, thinking back and 
remembering Tom. The flame grew until she was churning around, thrashing and 
throwing off the covers and lying in the dark, breathing deeply. 

There were nights when she would awaken from deep exhausted sleep to find 
herself lying on her stomach, her legs spread wide apart. With a start, she 
would realize that she had been salaciously grinding her hips, rotating her 
buttocks with a maddening desire, deep down into the bed. 

One night, half asleep, she had, with a little groan, knotted up the sheet 
and placed it between her legs like Tom had placed his penis between her 
legs and she had squeezed her legs tight, her hips moving lewdly. 

The flame was burning inside of her all day, at the dress shop, and the few 
men who did come in with their wives unnerved her, for she found herself 
wondering what they looked like with their clothes off. 

And, because of these thoughts and the feeling licking at her deep in her 
loins, she felt guilty. She prayed for guidance and for Tom to soon come 
home and, to compensate for her guilt, adopted an aloof manner. She was 
polite and cordial yet distant. For this reason, most of the church members 
and fellow employees thought she was cold. A few of the male members of the 
church were certain she was frigid and thought it a shame that "Such an 
iceberg came stacked like that". 

The next time she saw Molly, when Molly came to take her to a movie, she was 
shocked by her appearance. She had been away on another of her "vacations" 
for three days and looked really tired. There were dark circles under her 
eyes under the makeup and she seemed preoccupied and tired. 

"Is anything the matter, Molly?" Alice asked, showing real concern. 

"No, why do you ask?" Molly said with a slack smile. 

"You look and act so tired. Maybe we ought to skip going out tonight." 

Molly threw back her head and gave a throaty laugh that Alice never liked. 
It smacked of naughtiness. "Hell, no, I just had myself one hell of a time, 
that's all. Come on, honey, let's drag out of here." 

Out on the street, Alice stopped in her tracks. There, at the curb, with 
Molly holding the door open, was a brand new Buick Riviera convertible. "Is 
this yours or did you borrow it?" 

Molly patted the upholstery, black leather, and said, "It all belongs to 
little old Molly free and clear, honey. Hop in." 

They drove with Alice not knowing what to say. No matter how good her job, 
Molly didn't buy this car on a hostess' salary. 

Driving easily through traffic, Molly grinned at Alice's bewildered face. 
"Tips have been good." She laughed her throaty laugh again. "No, you 
honestly want to know how I got this?" She asked, smiling wickedly at Alice. 

Alice looked out the window, almost blushing, her mind racing over all sorts 
of possibilities. "No, not unless you want to tell me. 

Molly laughed again. "You're too much, honey. Truth is, I gambled. I gambled 
big and I won and this is my little present to myself and the hell with what 
people think or say. You drive?" 

"Yes, Tom taught me. Why?" 

Molly swerved to a curb and stopped. "How about driving this baby? Come on," 
Molly said, getting out, "You've just got to try it." She ran around the car 
and got in, pushing Alice over to the driver's side, her face like a kid 
with a new toy. "Take it out to the desert. You've got to get that feeling 
of power." 

Reluctantly, cautiously, Alice drove, gathering confidence and speed as they 
went along. It grew cool as they drove out into the desert, Alice liking the 
sensual feeling of the wind in her hair and the power under the hood. The 
power! The power like that of Tom that ignited that flame inside her! 

After the movie, when Molly dropped her off, they sat in the car a moment 
with Molly looking hard at Alice and saying, "You're in a rut. You hardly 
ever smile anymore. I know you miss Tom, but I don't think he'd want you 
this way. Look, write to him, tell him I want his permission to take you 
out." 

"Oh, Molly, I don't know." 

"I do. You need a night on the town. Write and ask. Promise old Molly?" 

Alice laughed. "I promise'" 

"Tell my kid cousin I'll take good care of you. Dinner and one of the better 
casinos. Trust old Molly." 

"Molly, you're wonderful." 

Molly looked suddenly serious. "Don't thank me." Then, smiling, "Don't thank 
me until after. Save a little mad money for some gambling." 

"Oh, I couldn't do that." 

"You mean, it's against your beliefs?" 

"No, not really, it's just that I never have before." 

"Trust old Molly. Look, save some money. We set a limit, see? If we lose 
that, we quit. It's fun, you need some excitement in your life." 

Alice got out of the car and stooped to look back in the window. "Molly I 
can't ever thank you for all your kindness and consideration." 

Molly sat, smiling and nodding, watching her ripe, youthful figure as Alice 
let herself in the foyer door. Her face grew serious. "Thank me?" she said 
aloud, "I wonder what she'll say after she meets Garson Kline for the first 
time?" 

 CHAPTER THREE 

To her surprise, Tom agreed wholeheartedly. Alice sat and read the letter 
once more, particularly the part where Tom wrote, "You've been alone too 
much. Molly is right. Go out and paint the town red. I've felt the same way. 
The fellows in the Company ganged up on me and kidded me into a three-day 
pass in Saigon. I had a lot of fun and I'm glad I did it." 

Despite herself, Alice couldn't help feeling a pang of jealousy. Just what 
had he done in Saigon? Visions of cute Oriental girls swarming around Tom, 
danced in her mind. She chided herself for thinking such thoughts. Above 
all, Tom would never be unfriendly, nor would he ever be unfaithful. He was 
just not the type. 

Alice found herself possessed by an excitement she hadn't felt in months. 
Now she could see it only too clearly. She had fallen into a rut. All 
persons deserved a little diversion now and then; in fact, people needed it, 
she told herself. 

At work, she bought a new pair of stockings and spent the day humming to 
herself and smiling pleasantly, planning what she would wear and day 
dreaming about where they would go and what they would do. 

Excitedly, she told Molly of Tom's permission and Molly said, "I knew he 
would. Now just leave everything to me. Friday night. You don't have to go 
to work the next day so we can stay out good and late. I'll pick you up 
around eight and I want you dressed to the teeth." 

The rest of the week seemed exactly one month long to Alice as she went to 
work each day and lay awake, far into the interminable nights. Sleep was 
eluding her. It was harder and harder to get herself to sleep and when she 
did finally doze off, it was only to awake again with that yearning guilty 
hunger deep down in the pit of her stomach. 

She spent all of Friday afternoon getting ready, pressing her dress smooth 
of wrinkles, taking a long bath and scenting her body. Ready an hour in 
advance, she wiled the time away by writing still another letter to Tom. 
When the doorbell rang, she ran to the mirror to check her appearance out 
once more, hastily brushing her naturally blonde hair still once more before 
opening the door to see Molly standing, smiling. She tried hard not to show 
how shocked she was by Molly's appearance. She was wearing the miniest of 
dresses, her legs and thighs visible, clad in sheer black stockings, high 
heels, what little dress she had on a jade green, contrasting to her wild 
red hair. 

"Hi ya, kid, already, I see," Molly said as she sauntered in, waving a brown 
paper bag. She stood in the middle of the room, one hand on an outthrust hip 
and made no attempt to hide her disappointment in Alice's dress. "You sure 
do look Junior League. Alice Compton, you have one hell of a figure. Why do 
you go to such lengths to hide it?" 

Alice fluttered her hands, embarrassed. "Oh, Tom-likes me that way. Shall we 
go?" 

Molly made no move, just stood looking at Alice. "That's a crock if I ever 
heard one." Alice blushed, looking away and wishing Molly wouldn't use such 
language. "You and I are going to go on a shopping spree one of these days. 
Honey, this is 1974 and you're in Las Vegas." 

Alice laughed. Despite Molly's language and coarse ways, she knew her heart 
was in the right place. "Okay. Shall we go?" 

Molly waved the bag. "It's my night and my way. First, a little drink. Never 
go out without a little slug first." 

Alice took the offered bag and opened it to find a bottle of Johnny Walker 
Red Label inside. 

Molly sat down on a couch, crossing her long lovely legs. "A present from me 
to you. Should always have a little around the house. Well, just don't stand 
there, aren't you going to offer me a drink?" 

Alice said, "Oh yes, of course." She went to the kitchen and had trouble 
prying the cork loose. Whenever they had had a drink in the past, Tom had 
always done the pouring and she tried her best to remember what he had done, 
emerging a few moments later from the kitchen with two glasses full of ice, 
water, and just enough scotch to color the water. 

Molly rolled her eyes at the ceiling. "Oh, my God. Alice, never do that to 
good scotch. Here, let me show you how to make a drink." Molly took the 
drinks and went to the kitchen and poured their contents down the drain. 

Into one glass she poured two generous fingers of scotch. "I like mine neat. 
Room temperature. After I get it in me, the temperature goes up," she said 
with a wink and a nudge. "I'll make yours over the rocks. That's a lot of 
ice with a little scotch splashed over." 

"A little!" Alice said, with eyes wide as she watched Molly pour nearly the 
same amount into her glass. "I'll pass out on that much!" 

"No you won't," Molly said with a wicked gleam in her eye. "You won't feel 
any pain, but you won't pass out. Here we go," she said, raising her glass 
and handing Alice's hers. "Open up the cargo hatch and get a little wet." 

They drank, with Alice trying hard not to show she was choking. Never before 
in her life had she drunk whiskey undiluted. It burned down her throat and 
stomach and brought stinging tears to her eyes much to Molly's amusement. 
"Look, here's the way to do it." 

Alice watched as Molly downed the rest of her drink in one smooth gulp, as 
if she were drinking water. Molly refilled her glass and held it up again. 
"Come on, the first one is always rough. Try one more." 

Molly was right. The next drink went down much more smoothly. They sat in 
the living room, talking, Molly outlining the evening while Alice felt her 
body bathing in a warm gentle glow. She grinned down at her glass and saw 
there was still some left in the bottom of the glass. She tossed her head 
back and drained the glass, Molly cheering her on. "Thatta girl!" 

They drove along the strip with Alice relaxing in her seat. It was a lovely 
warm night and she felt good. They pulled the car keys underhand to one of 
the attendants and walked on into the casino. 

Although she had spent the week speculating about what the casinos would be 
like, Alice was amazed and awed as she followed Molly along. The interior 
was so big, so noisy, yet so tastefully decorated. 

And the people! Never, in all her life, had she seen so many attractive and 
expensively dressed people in one place. A man walked by in evening clothes 
and glanced up smiling absently at Alice. Alice almost tripped over her own 
feet, doing a double-take. It was a famous movie star she had seen many 
times on the screen. She stood, with her mouth open, watching him swing 
easily across the lobby and on into another room. 

Molly was at her elbow. "What's the matter?" 

"Molly, do you know who that was?" Alice asked, pointing. 

"Sure Hell, he's not the only one. Maybe I can arrange for you to meet him 
later if you like." 

"You know him?" 

"Hell, yes, every woman in town knows him. Whenever he's in town, he always 
comes into where I work for a drink and to check things out. Listen, I'm 
hungry. At the rate you're going, we won't eat until midnight. Follow me." 

Molly led the way with Alice following. It all seemed unreal. So many many 
handsome men and so many beautiful women dressed so daringly. 

They entered a large dining room with low lighting and tables set well 
apart, Molly kissing the maitre d' on the cheek and sashaying to a table, 
ordering two more scotches over Alice's flustered objections as they were 
being seated. 

They sat sipping their drinks as Alice looked around. At a nearby table, a 
young stunning brunette had an evening gown cut so low, it almost exposed 
the nipples of her breasts. She was with an older man, a tall thin man with 
white hair and a cruel face. Alice told herself she had never seen a more 
elegant man in all her life. Elegant yet evil. His look sent shivers down 
her spine despite the effects the drinks were having on her. 

She pretended to look around the room, really watching the couple out of the 
corner of her eye. It unnerved her, for the two of them were watching her 
with an absorbed interest. Pretending to brush something from her lap, she 
inspected her dress. It was clean and neat, perhaps too neat and modest for 
such a place. All of the other women she saw, even the older ones, were much 
more daringly and fashionably dressed. 

Over in one corner of the room, a live combo was playing cool jazz. Alice 
drank and closed her eyes. The room was low-lighted, the music good, the hum 
of voices pleasant and the liquor leaving her with a pleased feeling. Now, 
she thought, if only Tom were here. 

She opened her eyes to see the tall thin man at the next table looking at 
her. He ignored his dinner and sat with his elbows on the table, quietly 
smoking a slim cigar. 

Alice leaned forward to whisper, "There's a man over there who keeps looking 
at me." 

Molly shrugged without looking around. "Probably thinks you're beautiful. 
Listen, start worrying when they don't look." 

Their waiter came and Alice was diverted from the man as they discussed what 
they'd have, Alice ordering the cheapest thing on the menu, aghast at the 
prices with Molly mock-groaning and saying, "Oh, no, this is my treat. I'll 
do the ordering." 

They were soon served a large bowl of steaming cracked crab which they 
dipped in melted butter and ate. It was delicious and Alice found that the 
whiskey had only served to sharpen her appetite and the two of them ate 
hungrily, drinking a pale white wine that Molly had insisted on, the wine 
light and dry in Alice's mouth, a welcome contrast to the rich crab meat. 
The salad was equally good, with a subtle oil, herb and vinegar dressing. 

They sat finishing the wine with Alice now giddy, relaxed in a way she 
hadn't been in months. She drank each glass-full as the waiter filled them, 
feeling her body soft and like warm liquid, even if her mind was a little 
fogged. 

Alice paid the bill, leaving a generous tip and they made their way deeper 
into the casino, following the path taken by the famous movie star, the tall 
thin man gone and forgotten by Alice. 

The room they entered was charged with electric excitement. It was dark, 
with figures around large tables, bright overhead lights funneling down on 
the tables. There was the click of dice, the snapping of cards and the whirl 
of gambling wheels under the constant low hum of tense conversation 
punctuated by cries of delight and dismay from the tables. 

Alice stood in the middle of the room blinking, trying to accustom her eyes 
to the light. A young girl, wearing tights and a bodice that barely covered 
her breasts, came up to her, offering a tray on which there were several 
drinks. "Cocktail?" she asked softly, with a polite smile. Dumbly, Alice 
shook her head and the girl moved on. At a nearby table, Alice saw the 
famous movie star step back, his tie undone, his jacket open. He was rubbing 
his hands fervently together, then skipped to the table and shot an arm out, 
throwing dice and shouting, "Bring it all home baby!" 

Molly took Alice by the arm and led her to what looked like a cashier's 
window where she changed a hundred dollars into colored chips. She turned to 
Alice, asking, "How much you gonna plunge?" 

Timidly, feeling embarrassed and wishing she had more, Alive unfolded a ten 
dollar bill and the cashier laughed, handing her ten chips and saying, 
"Here, they are worth a dollar apiece." 

They wandered the room with Alice sticking close to June and whispering, 
"Molly I don't know the first thing about gambling. What do I do?" 

Molly laughed. "You are the sheltered one. Just stick close and look cool." 

"Cool?" 

"Bored. Otherwise they'll know you're a hayseed. Grab a drink the next time 
the girl goes by. You don't have to drink it but anybody in here without a 
drink in their hand is out of place. " 

Alice excitedly did what she was told and wandered from table to table, 
following Molly, trying to look bored but really fascinated as she watched 
players and croupiers raking in chips. Chips that represented more money 
than she had ever seen in her whole life. 

They stopped at a roulette table with Molly explaining the game and 
suggesting a modest bet on a color rather than a number. With a giggle, 
Alice did as she was told, placing one chip down and watching the spinning 
wheel with absorption, unconsciously sipping at her drink as she did so. 

The wheel slowed and the ball clicked and jumped around, finally settling in 
place. The croupier called out something unintelligible to 

Alice and returned her her chip, adding another one. "What happened?" Alice 
asked. 

Molly rolled her eyes. "Damn, the girl wins and doesn't even know it." 

"I won!" Alice shrilled. 

"You did." 

"Let's do it again!" Alice cried, putting down another chip. 

"Okay, big spender," Molly laughed. 

They gambled for over an hour although it just seemed like a few minutes to 
Alice, for, to her amazement and glee, she was winning. Before she knew it, 
she had an understanding of the game and nearly three times the amount she 
had started with. "Molly," she said, wide eyed, "I never dreamed this could 
be so much fun!" 

"You like it, huh?" Molly asked, grinning. "Why not really plunge? Bet a 
number. The odds are greater, but if you win, you win big." 

"Which one?" Alice asked, again sipping her drink and staring down at all 
the numbers on the kelly green table top. 

"Any one that appeals to you." 

"Twenty-three," Alice said, "That used to be the number of the house where I 
lived." Holding her breath, she leaned and with trembling fingers, she 
placed five chips on number twenty-three, red. 

Alice trembled, closing her eyes and crossing her fingers as the wheel spun. 
She heard it click to a stop but couldn't bring herself to open her eyes. A 
shout went up and Molly said, in an amazed voice, "How do you like that?" 

Alice opened her eyes and squealed with delight. The croupier was shoveling, 
with the aid of a stick, a large stack of multi-colored chips toward Alice. 
She had won! 

They went on playing, Alice winning, sometimes losing, yet her winnings 
pyramiding steadily while Molly won and lost, seeming just to hold her on. 
The hours went by unnoticed, Alice excited and jumping up and down, taking 
offered drinks automatically from off the trays that came by, unknowingly 
getting drunk, growing reckless and making wild bets only to see herself 
winning. 

Everything, everybody around her was a blur. Faces melded together. Nothing 
mattered except the thrill she felt as the stacks of chips went higher and 
higher. Nor did she notice a tall man against the wall across the table from 
her. He stood quietly smoking, watching her every movement, watching her 
luscious breasts jiggle under her dress as she jumped up and down whenever 
she won. 

Garson Kline smiled darkly. She would do just fine! 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

It was Molly Tuff who finally exercised some good judgment and self 
discipline, ordering a giggling, glassy-eyed Alice to pick up her winnings 
and going with her to the cashier's cage where they dumped the piles of 
chips and the cashier silently counted out a little over six hundred 
dollars. 

Molly led Alice, in a state of shock, out of the casino and to the parking 
lot where she said, "I think it would be nice if you shared some of your 
luck and gave the attendant a nice tip. It's the way we do things in Las 
Vegas." 

Numbly, Alice handed the attendant a five dollar bill and they drove off 
with Alice clutching her bag, thinking of all her money. Never in her life 
before had she so much money at one time. 

She had gone mad at the roulette table, making one improbable bet after 
another, winning one unbelievable time after another. 

Her mind went berserk, roughly calculating she almost had enough money to 
take a vacation, fly to Japan where she could meet and be with Tom on 
furlough. All sorts of soaring plans raced through her mind. If she could 
keep winning, she could have enough to buy a car, clothes, make a down 
payment on a house, anything! The sky was the limit as she grew more and 
more excited, propelled by the thrill of gambling a wild, almost sexual 
thrill she never before suspected existed and helped along the way by more 
drinks than she ever had in her life before. 

She leaned back in the seat of the speeding car and said, "Oh, Molly, I've 
had such a good time," surprised at her own voice and the careless way she 
slurred the words. 

Molly laughed. 'There's another whole side to you I've never seen before. I 
like it." 

"Thank you. I like you too, Molly. Oh." She put her hand to her head. 

"What's the matter?" 

"Everything is going round and round. I'll sure sleep tonight." 

Molly laughed. 'The night's young yet. Plenty to do yet. You can sleep all 
day tomorrow." 

"Where are we going?" 

"To the cocktail lounge where I work. I want to show it to you and check on 
a new girl starting tonight. We can have a drink on the house and then maybe 
catch the floor show." 

"A floor show in a cocktail lounge?" Alice asked. 

Molly nodded. "This is Las Vegas. Got to have something to get the customers 
in. You can drink good booze for free in most of the casinos, why pay for it 
in a lounge unless they've got something to offer?" 

The moment they drove into the parking lot, Alice knew why Tom had never 
taken her to see where his cousin worked. A neon sign advertised a topless 
revue. Although her brain was fogged' by so much alcohol, Alice was fairly 
sure Tom had gone there several times without her, letting her stay in the 
apartment while he went to talk to Molly just before he left for Viet Nam. 

The interior was dark, crowded, and every bit as tastefully decorated as the 
casino though not as big. At one end of the room was a lighted stage, empty 
at the moment, a large painting of a voluptuous nude reclining on a couch 
serving as a backdrop. 

Alice followed Molly to a booth and sat down, feeling a devilish sense of 
being evil. Molly was busy talking to many people, introducing Alice to each 
one. A dark, swarthy man, evidently Spanish, came over and smiled down at 
Molly. "Hello, gringa." 

"Hi ya, Chico. Chico, this is Alice Compton and she's married and a friend 
of mine so watch it." 

Chico turned and bowed, taking Alice's hand and kissing it, holding it as he 
looked at her with dark glittering eyes. "Alice, it is my pleasure." 

Chico continued holding Alice's hand as Molly said, "This is Chico Garcia. 
Chico is quite a guy," and then she reached and squeezed his leg to Alice's 
embarrassment, "Quite a guy when you get to know him." 

"May I join you ladies?" Chico asked, all suaveness. 

"You certainly may. As a matter-of-fact, you can sit as an escort with Alice 
here while I see how things are going." Molly got up and Chico slid into her 
place, smiling at Alice. 

Alice didn't care for his looks. He was too oily, too smooth, dressed too 
flamboyantly, with his hair just a little too long and his pencil-thin 
moustache giving him a sinister look. Even from across the table, she could 
smell his cologne and she had never trusted men who wore cologne. 

"I'd be delighted, Molly, take your time," he said, smiling romantically at 
Alice. 

"Come off it, you're going to scare the girl. She's not used to this kind of 
life." Molly said. 

"I can see that," Chico said with a tolerating, amused style, taking in 
Alice's conservative dress. 

"He's all right, honest," Molly said, patting 

Alice reassuringly on the shoulder. "I'll be back in a little while." 

Molly walked off and was soon lost in the crowd with Alice staring wistfully 
after her. She turned when she heard Chico laugh. She gave a little frown, 
seeing that while she was staring off, Chico had taken the opportunity to 
slip around the table, closer to her. 

Chico patted her hand and smiled at her. "Do not be alarmed, Alice Compton. 
Would you like a cigarette?" He asked, opening a box and offering her 
imported cigarettes with gold tips. 

"I don't smoke." 

"Do you mind if I do?" Chico asked, taking one out. Alice shook her head and 
Chico lighted one and smiled at her. "You have to forgive me, Alice, I don't 
wish to make you uneasy, but it is so seldom I meet a girl as wholesome and 
as pretty as you." 

Alice looked down at the table. "I guess I do dress kind of square." 

"Not at all," Chico said in a low voice. "It is so refreshing to see. Tell 
me about yourself Alice Compton. I see by your finger you are married." 

Alice talked, hesitating at first but Chico proved to be such a good 
listener that she grew bolder, recovering some of her old excitement when 
she told him of their gambling and how she had won. 

They chatted on with Alice growing more and more confident, telling him of 
her married life, her letters from Tom and her plans for their future. Chico 
was deceptive. His first impression was too greasy, too slick. His body was 
well built and his attitude at first seemed mocking, as if he were laughing 
at some secret joke. As she talked, she noticed how attentive he was to her 
answers, how polite he was. "And what do you do, Chico?" 

His eyes looked merry. "Among other things, I am a bodyguard." 

"Really? Who for, some gangster?" Alice's hand flew to her mouth. She hadn't 
meant to ask the question in exactly the way it came out. The drinks had 
lowered her inhibitions. 

Chico laughed. "No, nothing so romantic or exciting. I work for a very rich 
man and, because of his business, we travel a great deal and carry large 
sums of money. We travel quite a bit in South American and I," Chico spread 
his hands, "Am, how you say, a natural for that." 

"It sounds fascinating." 

Chico nodded agreement. "It is a good job. I meet all kinds of people and my 
employer, although he is demanding, rewards me well." 

"Who is he?" 

"Garson Kline. He is vacationing here in Las Vegas now and I have the night 
off," Chico said with a smooth smile. 

"What does he do? I mean, what kind of business is he in?" Alice asked, 
fascinated. "Finance," Chico said. 

A small orchestra started playing and Chico signalled a waitress for a round 
of drinks as the lights in the lounge dimmed. "The show is about to begin. 
Have you ever seen a topless show before, Alice Compton?" 

"No," Alice said, nervously peering around the room for some sign of Molly, 
realizing that she was alone with Chico and that the two of them were going 
to look at some nude or nearly nude women together, something she had never 
done with Tom. 

"Do not be alarmed," Chico said in a reassuring voice. "It is all in 
excellent taste." 

Alice tried not to look at the stage but finally couldn't take her eyes from 
it. So hard was she staring, she hardly noticed a waitress putting a drink 
in front of her. 

A tall girl came walking out on stage clad in nothing but stockings and a 
sequinned G-string. The room applauded as she began dancing, her large bare 
breasts shaking as she moved. The music grew wilder as she danced, building 
to a crescendo and stopping when a young man leaped on stage. 

Alice gave a little cry. He too, was naked, except for a gold jockstrap. He 
was incredibly muscled and Alice couldn't tear her eyes from his bulging 
golden crotch. 

The couple danced sinuously around one another, the tips of their fingers 
touching one another's bodies. They moved closer and closer, looking at one 
another passionately. Now standing still, quite close together, their bodies 
still moving in time to the music, their hands caressing one another. 

Alice wanted to look away, feeling the flame inside of her igniting again, 
feeling an urge to squeeze her legs together against the throbbing down in 
her loins. To mask her feelings, she rested her chin in one hand, propping 
her arm on the table, half hiding her face from a smiling Chico who seemed 
to be watching her rather than the show. 

Alice leaned forward, her breath coming faster. The girl was pressing her 
hands on the man's stomach, just above his crotch and the man was moving his 
hands on the girl's rib cage, right below her pendulous breasts. 

As the music grew wilder, a couch was slowly lowered on stage by wires and 
the young man, his muscles rippling, picked the girl up and carried her to 
the couch, depositing her on her back where she writhed in time to the 
music, turning this way and that, imploring the man with looks and gestures 
to join her on the couch. 

Alice stared, unable to blink. What are they going to do, she wondered. The 
young man danced around the couch, making lacivious gestures then running 
off stage to return immediately, carrying what looked like a Grecian urn. He 
danced slowly around the girl who was wanton, even daring, while Alice 
gasped, to spread her legs a little. 

Alice sat trying to look composed, breathing hot alcohol breath through her 
nostrils, feeling her own vagina, under her panties, beginning to get moist 
and her clitoris, tucked safely between the folds of her swelling vagina 
lips, beginning to stir restlessly. Her eyes were glued to the man's 
muscular thighs that were heavily corded with hard muscles rippling under 
his skin. 

And his golden bulging crotch. Alice peered, wondering if it was her 
imagination or could she really make out the faint outline of his testicles 
and penis. My God, she thought, I've never even seen Tom this naked. 

The man danced slowly, sensuously around the couch, slowly tilting the urn 
to spill something down on the body of the writhing girl who closed her eyes 
and held her hands out eagerly, the fluid splashing. Alice leaned closer to 
see what it was. 

Oil! 

With a gasp, her hand flew to grasp Chico who held her hand in an iron grip. 
Alice watched unbelievingly as the girl slowly, lovingly, smoothed oil over 
her naked body, caressing and bunching her breasts lewdly as her whole body 
began to shine and glint in the stage lights. She couldn't help the thought 
that raced into her mind: How sinful! How erotic! If only she could do that 
with Tom! 

She stirred uncomfortably in her seat. Chico still had her hand and she felt 
her vaginal juices flowing, wetting the crotch band of her panties and her 
own clitoris throbbing and swelling against the tight gently pulsating lips 
of her cunt. 

She tore her eyes from the stage and looked down. Chico, with his free hand, 
silently offered her her drink which she took and hastily drank, gulping the 
whiskey down, feeling nothing, looking over the rim of the glass to see the 
girl now lying on her stomach, the man pouring more oil then setting the urn 
down and massaging the girl's back as she moved, seeming to grind her 
buttocks deep into the couch the way Alice herself had done in frustration 
late at night. 

A tiny moan escaped her lips as she watched the man slowly, insinuatingly, 
begin to smear oil on the girl's buttocks which were bare, her two firm 
rounded cheeks thrusting up with only the thin line of the G-string in her 
soft, darkly hued crevice. Underneath the table, Alice crossed her legs and 
squeezed tight, finding, to her dismay, it only increased her excitement. 

Then, as a hypnotized Alice watched, the man was about to get on top of the 
girl who turned over and held her arms open as the music swelled and with a 
cymbal crash, the lights went out and Alice was left staring into darkness 
with only her imagination left to fill in the ideas and the sound of Chico 
laughing next to her. 

She turned to look at him in the dark, realizing, for the first time, that 
she was holding tightly to his hand. The lights came back on and the stage 
was empty. Chico let go of her hand and patted it. "Did that bother you?" he 
asked, kindly. 

Alice felt her face was flushed. She brushed imaginary hair away. "That? Oh, 
no, why should it?" 

Chico looked at her for a moment, smiling. His gaze was penetrating and 
disconcerting. "Is this the first time you've ever seen anything like that?" 
he asked, nodding toward the stage without looking at it. 

Alice looked down at her drink and nodded. 

"Excuse me for saying so, but you are a very passionate woman, Alice 
Compton," Chico said in a low voice. 

Alice snapped her head up to look at Chico. How could he know and what right 
did he have to say such a thing? "I beg your pardon?" 

Chico spread his palms and smiled his oily smile, looking out at her from 
under heavy lids. "Please not to take offense. I meant nothing. 

Just an observation." He wagged a finger at her. "You should not fight your 
feelings, you should learn to enjoy them." 

"I don't know what you mean?" Alice said coldly, fighting to control 
herself. 

Chico shrugged his powerful shoulders. "Perhaps I'm wrong. Please consider 
my apology. I like you, Alice, and I wouldn't want to offend you." 

"Okay, Chico." 

Chico beamed and raised his glass. "Here's to you, Alice, a real lady all 
the way." 

"Thank you." Alice drank, glad for the feeling the whiskey gave her. She 
looked down at the glass, thinking: I've got to watch it. This is more 
whiskey than I've had in months. 

"Tell me," Chico asked, "what did you think of the act?" 

"That?" Alice asked, waving at the stage, "Well, it was kind of risqu'." 

"But in good taste," Chico added, "And it is certainly something we, as 
adults, know all about." 

"Of course," Alice said, bluffing, not wanting to admit she had never even 
thought of being rubbed in oil before. Oil! The thought started her blood 
racing again and the throbbing in her crotch that had abated while she was 
talking with Chico, began again. 

"Of course," Chico said with a smirk that 

Alice did not like. It was almost as if Chico could read her mind, as if, by 
some sort of telepathy, he knew not only what she was thinking, but what she 
had experienced in the past. 

Molly came swinging over. "How we doing? Still with it? Sorry I couldn't get 
back for the show, I got tied up." 

Molly sat next to Chico, cuddling next to him, grinning over at Alice. 
"How'd you like the show? That frost your teeth?" 

Alice fought to keep her face from flushing. "Yes, it did." 

Molly let out a loud laugh. "Listen, when you've seen it as many times as I 
have, it becomes old hat. I hardly watch anymore." She put her mouth next to 
Chico's ear and said in a low voice, "But that oil gets me every time." 

The two of them laughed looking at one another, Alice looking away, not 
liking the expression on either of their faces. Perhaps Chico was Molly's 
lover, she didn't know, for one thing Molly never did was talk about men 
other than to say she dated now and then. 

Molly looked back at Alice. "Well, what next? What do you want to do?" 

"Gamble some more?" Chico asked. 

Alice hesitated then nodded. 

"How about gambling for real money?" Chico asked, his voice dropping. 

"What do you mean?" Molly asked. 

Chico looked at her smiling for a long minute. "Real money and some kicks." 

"Where?" Alice asked. The tone of his voice made it sound exciting. 

Chico, still looking at Molly, said, "You know, out at the old roadhouse. In 
the desert." 

Molly laughed and patted Chico on the shoulder. "Oh, no, no, Alice here 
isn't ready for anything like that!" 

"like what?" Alice asked. Despite herself, she felt a little sting at the 
condescending way Molly had talked about her. 

Chico looked at her, a slow grin coming on his face. "Yes, I guess you're 
right. That's out of Alice's league. We will go someplace else." 

"No," Alice said, made bold by the liquor and feeling the two of them were 
making fun of her. "Tell me about this roadhouse." 

"Aw, honey, it's a lot of fun, but not for you. You're too ... well, it's 
just not for you. Too fast," Molly said with a grin, snuggling closer to 
Chico who grinned back. 

"Who said so?" Alice said defiantly. "At least tell me about it and let me 
be the judge." She took another drink, emptying the glass. She was annoyed 
and the woman in her was curious, feeling or sensing the same delicious 
feeling she had felt earlier when she knew she was going to see a topless 
revue. 

Chico and Molly looked at one another and shrugged, Chico saying, "She is 
right. She should be the judge." 

Molly settled back in her seat. "Okay, here it is. It's really a club. A 
kind of after hours place. A lot of people, like me, like to go there after 
work and unwind. It costs a hundred dollars a couple to get in." 

"A hundred dollars!" Alice said. 

"One hundred whether you're unescorted or with a date. And, it is worth it. 
Drinks are on the house. You gamble and brother," she paused to look at 
Chico and laugh, "do you ever gamble!" 

They both laughed and looked at Alice. 

Alice felt embarrassed the way they were smiling and laughing at her. 
"Well," she finally asked, "Is that all?" 

"It's what you gamble. No money allowed," Molly said. 

"What do you gamble?" Alice asked slowly. 

"Your clothes," Molly said, "You can always stop when you want and buy your 
clothes back." 

"But," Chico added, "while you are gambling, you can't put any clothes back 
on that you've lost. There are odds and a value to each article of clothing. 
Naturally," he said, smiling, "the odds and value of some articles of 
clothing is higher than others." 

Alice put her hands to her face. "Do people gamble ... you know, together?" 

"And how," Molly said enthusiastically. "Side bets are allowed." 

"Have you done it, I mean gambled there before?" Alice asked in a whisper, 
looking at Molly as if she had never seen her before. 

Molly leaned across the table. "Yes. I won the money for that car in a 
similiar game." 

Alice couldn't believe her ears. "Oh, Molly." 

"What's the matter?" Molly asked. "All it takes is guts. Nothing ever 
happens that you don't want to happen. See?" she said, looking at Chico, "I 
told you, she couldn't ever go see a thing like that." 

Chico nodded in agreement and, before she realized it, Alice heard herself 
say, "I could too!" 

They both looked at her, Chico raising his eyebrows. "I mean," she faltered, 
"If I wanted to and if I didn't have to bet." 

Chico smiled. "No one has to play. Many people go just to watch. It is," he 
said, kindness and sincerity in his voice, "very much like watching the show 
you saw here only more fun." Chico warmed to his subject, leaning closer. 
"It is more exciting because it always has, even to the viewer, an element 
of risk and suspension. Will the player win or lose? And, the most daring 
part of all, how much is the player willing to risk? I tell you, you learn a 
lot about human nature watching such a show." 

They sat in silence, with Alice not looking at either of them, looking down 
at her hands and fighting with herself. It was impossible for her to think 
clearly. "I don't know if Tom would approve." 

Molly laughed. "Tom? He sure approved of the show he saw here. What's all 
right for him is all wrong for you. The old double standard." 

Alice could say nothing. Their arguments only confused her. She longed for 
the time to be alone and think things out. The booze, the gambling and the 
act she had just seen had caused only excitement to well up in her. 

Molly leaned across the table. "I wonder what Tom does in Saigon?" she 
asked, insinuatingly. 

Alice looked up. "All right, I'll go. But only for a little while and only 
to watch." 

Molly stood up. "Let's get the show on the road." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

It had been a busy night for Garson Kline. After seeing Alice in action at 
the casino and deciding she was perfect for his plans, he drove, with his 
young brunette escort, back to his ranch, miles outside Las Vegas, isolated 
in the desert, a barbed wire fence warding off strangers, two well-trained 
Doberman pinschers wandering the grounds in case someone was curious enough 
to climb the fence. 

While the brunette went obediently to the bedroom, Kline retired to his 
study and placed several calls to his aides in South America. After the 
calls were completed, he sat in silence, his fingertips together, reviewing 
his plans. He was a meticulous man and nothing could be left to chance. 

His intention was to have a weekend party at the ranch. A weekend party of 
an unusual nature. He would transform the ranch into a brothel. There would 
be food to eat, liquor to drink and hashish to smoke and, most important, 
women to enjoy. It would be more than just a brothel, it would be an orgy 
that would be an orgy that would put the ancient Romans to shame. The women 
would wear costumes designed by Kline himself and they would perform 
whatever acts asked of them. Kline smiled. There would be a show and young, 
innocent Alice Compton would be the star. 

Kline strolled through the house and let himself into the master bedroom. 
Juarez, a South American general of notorious reputation, would be his guest 
of honor. If Juarez was pleased, it would mean millions to Kline; millions 
that he could deposit in his Swiss bank account. But, Juarez was hard to 
please. A cruel man, almost as cruel as Kline himself, he delighted in 
humiliating women, particularly innocent and uninitiated young blondes. His 
taste was vulgar and crude and Kline felt he was more refined and subtle 
than Juarez and himself winced, remembering what the drunken, grinning South 
American had done at previous parties. He liked blondes, North American 
girls. Very well, Kline thought, he shall have one. Alice Compton. 

In the bedroom, Diego and the girl, Flora, were sitting on a couch, passing 
a thin brown hashish cigarette back and forth. Diego stood up as Kline 
walked in. Flicking his fingers, he looked at the girl. "Get undressed and 
on the bed." 

Together with Diego, he busied himself with setting up strange looking 
apparatus around the bed. Flora stood and began to undress, her eyes glazed, 
Diego stopping to watch her hungrily. 

She stepped out of her evening gown, letting it fall to the floor and stood 
in panties and bra. Casually, she reached behind and snapped her bra loose, 
her breasts leaping free and quivering. They were not too big, but well 
shaped, the nipples pointed. Slowly, grinning at Diego, she skinned her 
bikini panties down, pausing teasingly, her red tongue licking her lips, the 
beginning of her black pubic hair showing against the smooth, white softness 
of her belly. She rolled the cloth on her hips, forming a G-string and 
turned her back to the pair, spread her legs and bunched the panties in the 
soft, yielding crevice of her buttocks, accentuating her firm, high-riding 
cheeks. 

She walked to the bed and stood smoking the remains of the hashish 
cigarette, offering it to Kline when he turned to her. 

He knocked it from her hand. "You know I don't smoke that stuff. Get out of 
those panties and leave your high heels on." 

Flora did as she was told and climbed on the bed, lying on her back. Diego 
and Kline took her arms and bound her wrists in tight leather cuffs. 

The cuffs were attached to ropes that they pulled tight, spreading her arms 
wide, stretching out her breasts so that they were high and taut on her 
chest. 

Next, they wheeled L-shaped posts to either side of the bed near her feet. 
Again, they attached tight leather cuffs to her ankles with ropes running up 
to the posts. Near the floor, on either post, was a crank. Diego and Kline 
began cranking. Slowly, Flora's legs were drawn apart. She lay relaxed, her 
head back, a dreamy drugged smile on her lips. 

They parted her legs slowly, the two men watching, fascinated, as they saw 
the smooth, sensuous insides of her thighs and the delicate thick folds of 
her buttock cheeks underneath. Diego caught his breath as they cranked, 
forcing her legs wider, revealing her cunt with its soft, puffy little 
vaginal lips under the thick pubic hair. 

Finally her legs were split wide, so wide that Flora, on the bed, grimaced 
in pain. They paused to look at the now opened pink slit of her cunt. 
Roughly, Diego probed with his fingers, finding her cunt and thrusting his 
hand inside while Flora grinned lewdly and thrust her hips up to meet them 
as far as they would go. Diego stopped and the two men paused in their work 
to look at her cunt stretched wide and glistening now with her own juice. 

With a nod from Kline, they returned to their cranks, adjusting a ratchet 
and beginning to crank again. Slowly, Flora's heels were raised from the 
bed, Flora groaning with pain and delight as her body was stretched still 
further, her legs rising off the bed, rising higher and higher until her 
buttocks too began to lift, stretching her legs still wider until in spite 
of her joy she screamed against the pain. 

They stopped cranking when her heels were up against the bottom of the 
L-shaped posts. Flora hung, her legs split wide, with only her shoulders and 
head on the bed, the cruel leather straps cutting into her ankles and wrists 
and stopping her circulation. She hung helpless, her wet red cunt stretched 
wide open and her tiny brownish puckered anus exposed lewdly to their view. 

With a nod, Kline sat down in a chair directly in front of the helpless girl 
and Diego fetched a pot and paint brush. "What are you going to do?" Flora 
gasped. 

"Only trying something new in preparation for the party," Garson Kline 
answered, lighting a cigarette. 

Diego dipped the brush in the pot and began painting the insides of Flora's 
thighs with honey. He lathered it on thick, mixing it in her pubic hair and 
spreading it generously over her cunt and anus. 

"What is that?" Flora panted. "Honey," Diego said with a wicked grin. "What 
for?" she asked, her eyes growing fearful. 

For an answer, Diego brought a box from another room, standing over her 
Spread-eagled form, he slid a corner of the box open, tilted it, and slowly 
shook it. 

Tiny, crawling ants tumbled out. Flora screamed. 

"It's all right, my dear," Kline assured her in his quiet suave voice. 
"They're only common ordinary house ants and they can't hurt you, only 
tickle a bit." 

"Why, why?" Flora screamed, struggling as little as she could because every 
time she moved, the leather cuffs bit further into her flesh. 

Kline didn't answer and Diego, in a drugged, absent way, concentrated on 
dumping all the ants out of the box, centering most of them at the juncture 
of her thighs. The ants stuck in the honey and struggled in place, their 
tiny legs wiggling, slipping and sticking in the honey. 

Flora felt thousands of tiny tingles on her cunt and anus. A moan escaped 
her lips and she died to be able to scratch the itching. Too much of this 
and she knew she would go mad. The ants swarmed over her open cunt, massed 
there by a diligent Diego. 

With a nod from Kline, Diego again left the room to return carrying a cage. 
Flora, forcing her head around, screamed when she saw what was in the cage. 
Diego carried it by a strap. Inside was a large scale-ridden lizard with 
evil gleaming yellow eyes. "Oh, no, no, no! Garson, no, it would kill me!" 
she wailed. 

Garson smiled. "Nothing of the sort. It will not be released. It will stay 
in its cage." He watched as Diego hung the cage over Flora, right between 
her legs. "It-likes ants, my dear, and has a most adroit tongue. You'll 
see." 

The cage hung swaying, as the lizard crawled around, flicking its tongue and 
darting glances. The girl's screams and writhing body beneath him attracted 
his attention. Looking down through the bars, it saw the ants and lowered 
its head. 

Without warning, the long red tongue, nearly a foot long, snaked out of the 
lizard's mouth and slid along the inside of Flora's thigh, gathering up ants 
and snapping back into the lizard's mouth. Garson looked at Diego, amused. 
"My, he's hungry. It seems I neglected to feed him for a few days." 

Again and again the long tongue licked out, gathering up wiggling ants and 
caressing Flora's helpless exposed body while the girl struggled and threw 
back her head and screamed. Above her, the lizard became excited, scrabbling 
about in its cage for a better position. It had spotted the swarming mass of 
trapped ants that were torturing the poor helplessly bound girl's cunt. 
Again and again, like lightning bolts, the lizard's tongue snapped down, 
licking her cunt with its rough sandpaper tongue, probing into the cunt, 
sliding deep, its way lubricated by Flora's juices. 

And suddenly, Flora's moans of revulsion and terror turned to whimperings of 
joy as she felt the tongue slide in and out all around her cunt, scraping 
its way over her clitoris again and again. Lewdly, she tried her best to 
thrust higher, nearer the cage as the lizard crouched and licked faster, 
flicking out at her nakedly exposed anus now. "like that, Flora?" Garson 
asked in a silky quiet voice. 

"Yes," she moaned. "Ohhh god, yessss!" 

Diego raised the cage and the lizard scrambled around, its tongue wildly 
flicking out while Diego poured more writhing ants on Flora's cunt and Flora 
begged him for more. 

The cage was slowly lowered into place and the lizard went to work with a 
vengeance, determined to get each and every ant while Flora struggled, 
sweating, moaning hoarsely, thrusting her hips up despite the pain, her body 
shuddering over and over as the tongue struck her cunt again and again 
until, with a long wild animal scream, she convulsed and hung limp, her 
orgasm over. She lay, half-conscious, moaning under the sensuous impact of 
the lizard's tongue. 

At a nod from Garson, the cage was taken away. Garson got up. "Interesting," 
he said to Diego, "but not interesting enough. She'll do for the party but 
I've other plans to make." He indicated Flora with a flick of the fingers. 
"Do with her what you like." 

Diego grinned, looking at the still helplessly bound girl. "Thanks, boss. I 
can think of a couple of things!" 

 CHAPTER SIX 

They drove in Molly's car, Chico driving, the two of them making smutty 
remarks, talking about other times they had been to the roadhouse and the 
things that had gone on. Alice was silent most of the time, looking out the 
window and wondering, worrying, about whether or not she had done the right 
thing. The place, the roadhouse, as the two of them went on talking, sounded 
more and more like something she had read about. A brothel. 

She put her hand to her head and massaged her temples. Before this evening, 
everything was simple. Now, she had more money than she had ever had in one 
time in her life before, was half-drunk and had been terribly excited by the 
show she had seen with Chico. Every time she thought of the warm olive oil, 
a shudder ran through her body. And the shudder returned, now, in the car, 
as she listened to Molly talk of the night a famous movie starlet gambled 
and the men who joined in and gambled along with her. 

There was something wonderfully exciting about doing something that was 
dangerous and sinful. A sense of guilty lust swept through her body. She 
told herself she would get off in some dark corner and watch what went on. 
Just watch, no more. 

They pulled off the highway and started up a dark lonely dark road, Alice 
looking out at the forbidding desert and wondering, for a moment, if they 
weren't kidding her, pulling a monstrous joke on her. 

Ahead, they dipped into a gully and there before them was the roadhouse. It 
was a group of low sprawling buildings, with a group of cabins out behind. 
All in all, it looked run-down and unpretentious. 

Inside, it was richly decked out, with murals on the walls that seemed not 
to make sense to Alice in the dim light until her eyes grew accustomed to 
the semi-dark and she saw they were intertwined nude figures of men and 
women. An orgy had been painted on all the walls, a writhing lustful mass of 
flesh! 

Alice stood shocked, not knowing what to say. Her attention zeroed in on a 
naked girl kneeling, her open mouth locked tightly around the thick hardened 
cock of a grinning man. She turned away, embarrassed. "What's the matter?" 

Molly asked, mocking. "It's only a picture." 

Chico chided Molly and guided the two of them to a corner table. A tall 
heavy man came over, nodding to Chico and Molly and looking quizzically at 
Alice. "A new player?" he asked. 

"Just a spectator and not to be bothered," Chico said, handing the man some 
folded money. 

The man nodded and went away to return in a few minutes with a bucket of 
champagne. "Compliments of the house." 

The center of the large room was bare, like a dance floor, it was, in fact, 
at one time, a dance floor. Over against one wall was a large wheel with 
numbers on it. In front of the wheel was a long bare table. 

"The gambling will begin in a few minutes," Chico said, glancing at his 
watch. He smiled at Alice. "Then you can watch. Everyone will be so busy, no 
one will notice you." 

Chico poured the champagne and they toasted the evening, Alice sipping. The 
bubbly wine went into her nose and she made a face, explaining to a laughing 
Chico and Molly that she had never before drunk champagne. 

There was a smattering of applause and Alice looked to see a man walk and 
stand in front of the wheel. The houselights dimmed until they were in 
almost total darkness. Baby spots, imbedded in the ceiling came on, sending 
down soft cones of light onto the dance floor. "Will the players please take 
their positions," the man in front of the wheel called out. 

Alice peered into the dark and saw people emerging from booths, men and 
women, and walk out onto the floor and stand under the spots, facing the 
wheel. 

"I'm in the mood to play," Molly said in a husky voice, sliding from the 
booth and walking out onto the floor. 

Alice looked fearfully at Chico in the dark. "Don't leave me, please," she 
implored. 

Chico laughed gently and poured her some more champagne. "Don't worry. 
Relax, enjoy yourself." 

"How can Molly do such a thing?" Alice asked in an awed voice. 

Chico folded his hands and looked out at the floor. "I have known Molly for 
a little over two years. She is thirty-eight years old. In a few more years, 
her looks will begin to go. She is a very attractive woman and, Alice, she 
is very open, warm, and passionate. Molly loves to experience life. She 
wants to take a rich assortment of memories and experiences into her old 
age. It is not for me to judge her. I've never known her to hurt anyone. In 
fact, she's got a heart of gold. This is her way of enjoying herself." He 
leveled a serious gaze at Alice. "She can do such a thing because she enjoys 
it. It is not for you to judge her." 

Alice looked down at her glass. "I'm sorry." She rather liked the 
understanding Chico expressed. It showed him to be an intelligent and 
broadminded man. 

Sipping the champagne, Alice watched as the man behind the wheel, said, "The 
betting is now open. All bets down." She watched, feeling a delicious sense 
of excitement as the room was abuzz with sound and the players took off 
articles of clothing. One woman took off her dress and stood in panties, 
bra, garter belt and stockings and shoes. Other players removed articles of 
clothing and walked up to the long table, placing their clothes in neat 
piles on top of various numbers. Alice caught her breath as she watched 
Molly reach under her miniskirt and pull down brief panties and parade up to 
the table holding them aloft. 

"Why is she doing that?" she whispered to Chico. 

"The odds are different, depending on the article of clothing you bet. 
Naturally, the more intimate the article, the greater the odds. The croupier 
fixes the value of each article. If the player loses, he can buy the 
clothing back at the end of the game. Win or lose, no one is permitted to 
put clothing back on until they withdraw from the game." 

"What happens when ... you know?" Alice asked. 

Chico smiled in the dark. "You mean, when a player has removed all his 
clothes, when someone is naked?" 

Alice couldn't look at him. She nodded down at her glass. 

Chico didn't answer until she looked up at him. "Wait and see," he 
whispered. 

Despite all her upbringing, Alice had to admit it was exciting to watch the 
players in various stages of undressing. Just how far would the players go, 
and, when they were naked, standing nude in the middle of the dance floor, 
men and women, with everybody looking at them, what would they do then? 
Eagerly, she sipped on the champagne. Chico was right, she told herself, she 
shouldn't judge Molly. Nor anyone else for that matter. 

A waiter came to their table, wheeling a huge Turkish waterpipe. "What is 
that?" Alice asked as Chico nodded to the waiter and the waiter obediently 
handed what looked like an ebony mouth pipe connected to the waterpipe by a 
long hose. 

"It's a way of smoking they have in the middle east. Very cool. Here, let me 
show you." Chico sucked on the pipe, inhaling and handed the mouthpiece to 
Alice, saying, "Just inhale gently and then hold your breath." 

Alice took the piece and inhaled, almost choking on sweet pungent air. She 
gasped for breath. "That tastes funny." 

Chico laughed. "Try it some more. It's like champagne." 

Alice tried once more, then quit, laughing, "I can't do it." 

They sat in silence, watching the players. A heavy silence had fallen over 
the room. It seemed to Alice that incense was being burned somewhere as she 
watched the wheel spinning, slowly, then stopping. "Four, number four is the 
winner!" the croupier called. There was a shout of joy and one woman went 
forward to collect chips. "Place your bets," the croupier called. 

Alice sat in a trance, watching the players removing still another article 
of clothing and placing it on the long table, betting a certain number. She 
sat, dreamily watching one man bet all his clothing but his underwear. Time 
seemed suspended and it was almost as if Alice were someone else watching a 
movie. The players seemed to take an interminable time to place their 
clothing and return to the floor to stand under the spots. Molly had removed 
her shoes and stockings and stood barefoot, her legs exposed far up her 
thigh. Alice knew she wasn't wearing anything but a minidress and a bra. It 
was daring and exciting. 

Alice felt more relaxed than she had in months. She let her head fall back 
and, with eyes half-closed, she watched the players. The wheel seemed to 
spin forever, In the semi-dark Alice could see waiters wheeling the huge 
waterpipes from table to table and the pungent penetrating smell of incense 
was heavy in the air. 

The wheel stopped and number nine was a winner and Alice watched, feeling 
helpless to move, not wanting to move and spoil the relaxation she was 
feeling. Chico, next to her, shifted in his seat and his shoulder was 
against hers. Alice didn't mind. It felt good and she smiled as she watched 
the players removing more clothes, watched, her mouth open, as Molly took 
her dress off over her head and stood, naked except for her bra. Alice 
gaped. Somehow, Molly standing under a spotlight with her red hair, naked, 
her triangle of flaming red pubic hair plainly visible for all to see, with 
Molly slowly turning around, showing her firm belly, her long swanning 
thighs, her firm, uprearing buttocks, her finely tapered calves, and still, 
still wearing a black bra was lewd and exciting to Alice. Absentmindedly, 
she spread her legs, feeling warm air gently caress the insides of her 
thighs. 

She turned her head languidly to Chico, smiling vaguely. "What was in that 
waterpipe?" 

"Hashish," Chico said, leaning closer and patting her hand that was lying 
quietly in her lap. 

"That's bad," Alice said, trying to frown. "No it isn't, it just relaxes 
you." 

"It does that," Alice agreed and laughed despite herself. "Look at Molly." 

"I have been." 

Alice looked to see the man who had the underwear on. He was now naked and 
something, a feeling, expanded in Alice's throat and she suddenly felt hot. 
The lips of her vagina seemed to have a life of their own and they began to 
swell and part, forming tight ridges around her cunt, pressing against the 
band of her panties. The tightness felt good and started her vagina 
involuntarily flowing. 

She looked at the naked man who stood with his hands on his hips. He had a 
muscular figure, better than Tom's. Alice found she couldn't take her eyes 
off his penis which was huge and she took her breath in gently as he stood 
under the spot and she could clearly see it was beginning to swell, with 
veins standing out on its thick sides. 

With a little moan, she wiggled in her seat, feeling the band of her panties 
wet now and wiggling down into the seat in order to force the band up 
tighter on her throbbing clitoris. Chico, with his hand still in her lap, 
patting and stroking her hand, noticed her furtive movements and smiled. 
"Exciting, isn't it?" 

"Yes," Alice breathed. "What are they going to do." 

"We'll see." 

The wheel stopped and number two was the winner. The naked man stood in the 
spot, grinning. A woman, fully dressed, wearing a mink coat, older, showing 
her age, came out onto the floor and said something to the naked man who 
nodded and, together, they left the floor and walked through a door. 

"Where are they going?" Alice asked. 

"I believe she bought his clothes back." 

"Oh." Alice nodded. She wanted to ask more but found her attention was 
easily distracted. Her eyes raced over the floor, looking at the naked 
figures. More people, men and women, were coming out onto the floor and 
talking to the players and some were leaving. In a few minutes or hours 
Alice couldn't tell which, there were just a few players left and Molly was 
now betting her bra and standing brazenly in the middle of the floor, her 
heavy breasts with pale pink nipples jutting out. 

The wheel spun again and seventeen was the winner and Molly shrugged good 
naturedly. A man came out of a booth and said something to Molly and the two 
of them left the room together. 

Watching them, Alice felt giddy and as if she couldn't catch her breath. She 
squirmed more in the seat, now feeling the flame-urge strongly. 

She couldn't resist asking, "What are they going to do?" 

For an answer, Chico got up, holding out his hand. "Come, I'll show you." 

Without thinking, Alice let Chico lead her across the dance floor and out a 
door and down a dark corridor. Chico stopped in front of a door and knocked, 
cocking his head and listening for an answer. After a moment, he opened the 
door and they stepped in, Chico closing and locking the door behind them 
with Alice giving him a questioning look and Chico grinning, "That's in case 
some players happen to come along." 

Chico indicated a couch and sat down, saying, "I'll tell you in a second if 
we have the right room." He pushed a button on a coffee table next to the 
couch and the wall opposite where they were sitting was lighted up. A glass 
partition separated the two rooms, and Alice could see Molly in the next 
room, lying naked on a bed, moving, writhing, her hands running over her 
body in a lascivious way as the man stood over the bed and slowly undressed, 
smiling lewdly down at Molly. 

"Molly!" Alice called, sitting up. 

"She can't see you or hear you, it's a one way mirror," Chico said. "Sit 
down," he ordered, rough for the first time, "and watch." 

Alice sat stunned as she watched the man undress and saw his huge erect 
prick with a blood red head swelling larger as he crawled on the bed, 
crawled to kneel on either side of Molly's shoulders, and crouched, his 
throbbing cock in one hand. Alice watched as Molly closed her eyes and 
opened her mouth wide and her tongue licked slowly around the great head. 
Then, caressing the rigid cock with both hands, she slowly drew the smooth, 
bulbous head deeply into her mouth. 

The man's prick seemed to fill Molly's mouth with its head alone. Molly 
sucked, trying to draw more in, her lips like two tight elastic bands around 
the head which seemed to Alice to be bigger than she ever thought any penis 
could be. 

Desire swept through like a flash-fire. She slumped back with Chico putting 
a supporting arm around her. She slumped in her seat and tried to 
imperceptively wiggle the band of her panties tight up against her crotch, 
feeling, with a shivering thrill of satisfaction, the band slip up in the 
crack of her buttocks and touch, lightly, her anus. 

She watched Molly's face which seemed swept clean with passion as she lifted 
her head from the bed and sucked greedily, as if she wanted to devour the 
whole huge cock in her mouth. Alice watched the man above her begin to 
slowly and obscenely pump his hips. A trickle of vaginal juices seeped 
through the tight band of her parities and slowly oozed down the inside of 
one thigh. What she was watching was wrong, all wrong. The face that they 
were watching such an obscene and perverted act was wrong. She had never 
dreamed Molly was so disgusting, so debased, and yet there she was, hanging 
onto the thrusting penis of a stranger with both hands, her cheeks going 
hollow as the man withdrew, expanding as he thrust home, growing wilder with 
each thrust. 

It was wrong. Immoral, sinful, evil. It was all wrong and yet it was, at the 
same time, the most exciting thing she had ever seen in her life. She moaned 
as she watched and sunk lower in the couch, squirming bolder now, not 
caring, squirming to tighten the soaking wet crotch band of her panties 
against her clitoris, hoping in some way to bring herself to a climax. 

It was all wrong and, in that face. Alice felt some kind of wild unreasoning 
excitement. The very fact that it was all wrong made it all the more 
desirable to do. Her brain raced madly, thinking: just once in my life, just 
once, to do all the things I've dreamt about, all the wrong things, to do 
them just once for the thrill of doing them! 

It made insane, lascivious sense. Chico, with Ins arm around her, let his 
hand slip idly down and rest on one of her huge firm breasts. He gave it a 
little squeeze and Alice spread her legs wider. 

In the other room, the man was now bucking on top of Molly so hard Alice was 
afraid he would hurt her but Molly clung to the cock as if her life depended 
on it, sucking harder. With brute strength, the man leaped off Molly and 
turned her over on the bed, Molly, without prompting, raised her buttocks 
high, crouching on her knees, her face almost lost in the covers on the bed. 

Alice, watching, with mouth open, moaned and sat helpless as Chico 
unbuttoned the front of her dress and slipped his hand down inside of her 
bra. More than anything, Alice wanted to put her own hands on her inflamed, 
throbbing cunt which now had trickled her excited sexual juices down the 
insides of both thighs. 

Alice watched, moaning with delight, as the man kneeled behind Molly and 
guided the head of his cock to rub softly on Molly's exposed and spread cunt 
with Molly wiggling back up, eager to be fucked. Alice watched, mesmerized, 
as the man slowly slid the cock in and out and said something to Molly and 
Molly answered, her face twisted by passion. She seemed to be saying 
something over and over as Alice watched the huge cock slipping in and out, 
withdrawing to the head and slowly sinking deeper with each mighty thrust. 
She watched and shivered as the stiff cock came out, covered and glistening 
with 

Molly's vaginal juice. 

Beside her, the tips of Chico's fingers were massaging the nipple of her 
breast and Alice squirmed more, feeling the nipple harden and wave erect, 
feeling his massaging fingers pleasant, feeling a slender thrill go down her 
spine and into her lust-inflamed pussy. 

Now the man in the other room held Molly by the hips and was fucking harder, 
faster, increasing the tempo with Molly below him, thrusting her ass up to 
meet each movement forward of the mercilessly surging cock. 

Chico put a hand on Alice's thigh and her hand crept over to meet and 
restrain his. Slowly, as Alice watched in utter fascination as the man 
seemed to be going wild now, fucking Molly savagely and without mercy, she 
felt Chico's hand stealing down her thigh toward the hem of her dress, her 
own hand on top of his and powerless to stop him. 

At the hem of her dress, Chico started back up, drawing the dress up higher 
and higher. Alice sat watching, unable to do anything else as the man 
suddenly, his mouth moving, withdrew from Molly and fell on the bed, rolling 
on his back with Molly up and straddling him, reaching under for his hard, 
glistening prick and, holding it in position, and spreading the pubic hair 
with its smooth, rubbery head, she crouched, the prick gliding tightly into 
the soft hair-lined folds of her cunt. Slowly, holding her breasts in her 
hands, pinching the nipples, she began an obscene grind, forcing the prick 
as far as it would go into her widely split vaginal passage. 

Chico now had Alice's dress up so high the white wet crotch band of her 
panties showed. In her ear, Chico whispered, "I want to feel that little 
cunt of yours." And the coarseness, the smuttiness of his voice sent a 
strange forbidden thrill through Alice. Again, not really paying attention 
to his hand, Alice watched and Molly began to slowly pump up and down over 
the man. Alice could clearly see the pink edges of her cunt made ragged by 
her pubic hair, pulling out and going back in each time she withdrew, then 
slipped down over the cock again. 

Chico had a finger on the wetness of her panties, gently forcing the crotch 
band aside, revealing her soft blonde pubic hair now soaked and matted and 
one ridge of her swollen vulva lips. Alice groaned, watching as Molly and 
the man now seemed frenzied and wild, their mouths open and their eyes 
closed. 

Alice now realized she was sprawled on a couch with her dress up around her 
waist, her hips thrust out and her legs spread wide and Chico was now 
fondling her excitedly pulsating cunt and she was liking it. She moaned low 
and said, "Please stop." 

"Why?" Chico whispered, "Don't you like it?" Before she could answer he 
said, "Look!" And without thinking she turned her passion smoked eyes back 
to the lewd spectacle in the other room. 

Molly and the man were now bucking, rearing, the man arching his back off 
the bed with the full weight of Molly on top of him. Molly had thrown her 
head back and her body was twitching out of control. Alice watched as the 
man grabbed her hips and pumped load after load of cum into Molly's 
voraciously milking cunt. For a fleeting second, they seemed suspended in 
mid-air, then they both crashed to the bed, falling in a tangled heap. 

Alice summoned all of her strength. "Chico, stop, I can't, I'm a married 
woman." With what strength and concentration she could muster, she forced 
his hand away from her moist, hungry vagina and closed her legs, sitting up 
and looking away from Chico and the two exhausted people in the next room. 
"That's disgusting," she said in a low voice. 

Chico agreed. "Disgusting, but exciting. You watched it." 

Alice tried to catch her breath. "I've never seen anything like that. How 
could she do such a thing?" 

"It is easy, my dear Alice Compton. If they had their climax a few minutes 
later, you would have been doing it too!" 

"Me?" Alice asked, looking at Chico incredulously. 

"Yes, you, Alice. I felt you and I know you were excited. Don't kid me, that 
aloof exterior is really to hide the volcano inside you. If they had gone 
on, in a few minutes you would have been fucking me and loving it." 

Alice felt as if acid had been thrown in her face. It was true. She had been 
on the verge of losing complete control; so much so that she let Chico touch 
her in a way that not even Tom had. She stood up, "I've got to get some 
fresh air." 

"Very well." Chico walked over and unlocked the door and stood, allowing 
Alice to pass. They walked back down the hall and into the dimly lit dance 
floor where Alice stopped. The game was still going on with different 
players in various stages of nudity. A naked man smiled at her and she 
couldn't take her eyes from his penis. Chico took her by the arm and led her 
back to their booth. A waiter came at his signal, wheeling the huge 
waterpipe. Without any ceremony, he handed Alice the mouthpiece and she took 
it and sucked deeply. 

They sat, Alice soon lapsing into a dream state, slowly saying, the words 
slurred as the lewd vision of her girlfriend, Molly, and that strange man 
filtered through her hashish-drugged mind, "I've never seen anything like 
that in all my life." 

"No, you haven't," Chico said, suddenly contemptuous, "And I seriously doubt 
if you'll ever feel anything even remotely like it if you live to be a 
hundred years old, poor Alice Compton." 

"What do you mean?" Alice asked, looking at the naked players again. Two of 
them, a man and a women, were naked and running their hands over each 
other's bodies as the wheel was spinning. 

"You watch all that's going on and you get excited. You look out there and 
wish you had the nerve to get out there and let men look at your naked body. 
You wish, but you can't. You haven't the nerve, you haven't got the guts. 
You'll never know what real love is like, you poor dumb bitch." 

Alice turned her head, her eyes wide. No one had ever talked to her in such 
a way. "What do you mean?" 

"I dare you to get out there and gamble." 

"Who? Me?" she asked, stunned. 

"Yes!" Chico said, spitting the word out. "You are such a fraud. I'll take 
Molly over ten of you! What are you risking out there? Money, to buy your 
clothes back. Nothing can happen that you don't want to happen, Alice. You 
like to watch but you're afraid. You, Alice Compton, are a coward." 

"I am not!" she answered defiantly. "It's just that I was raised 
differently." 

"Rationalizations are nice, but it all boils down to you being a coward. 
I'll take you home, Alice, that's where you belong, home alone and 
dreaming." Chico got up. 

"No, don't go. It's not true," Alice said, "I'm not a coward, it's just, 
well, I just can't bring myself to do such a thing." 

Chico held his hand out. "Do it with me, Alice. I won't harm you, I give you 
my word. Forget what I said. Do it. You may never have another chance in 
your life and you'll always regret it. Come." 

Reaching for her, he jerked her to her feet and led her out onto the dance 
floor and underneath a spot. Alice, her eyes long accustomed to the dark, 
couldn't see anything but Chico standing in front of her. "Gamble your 
dress," he said. 

"How?" Alice said, feeling her lustful flame come back deep in her groin. 
There was something so exciting, knowing that complete strangers were 
watching. 

"Take it off," Chico said, getting out of his jacket, "Then you place it on 
a number you think will win. Come, I'll show you." 

Hesitatingly, Alice got out of her dress, slipping it off over her head and 
standing in her slip while people tittered in the dark around her. 

Shocked, she looked at Chico, who said, "I don't think they've ever seen a 
player wearing a slip before. Take it off. Bet it." 

Alice did as she was told and stood in panties, bra, garter belt and 
stockings. A murmur arose around the room, an excited undercurrent of 
talking. Alice stood, self-conscious yet excited. Never before had she been 
the center of such attention and excitement. As she looked around the floor, 
several other women were in various stages of undress and almost all of them 
had good figures but none of them matched hers in pulchritude. She stood 
with her huge firm breasts swelling and heavy in her bra; the bra itself 
seeming a flimsy thing with her breasts like two overripe honeydew melons, 
straining to be released. Her stomach seemed a field of swooping yet firm 
contours, her hips broad and shapely with her panties seeming too small, 
biting into the flesh. 

With a shock, she remembered how she had squirmed in the booth, riding the 
white band of her panties tight up against her excited vaginal lips and how 
Chico had snapped the band to one side so, as she stood, one lip of her 
vagina and her downy soft pubic hair stood out. Behind her, the panties had 
been wedged into the smooth dark crevice of her buttocks so that they formed 
an invisible line between the soft white cheeks that were now bare and 
exposed. 

An elation she had never felt before swept through her. With such a 
beautiful figure, it was impossible for her not to feel vain. She turned 
this way and that while Chico, after asking what number she wanted to bet, 
placed their clothing on the table. 

Alice stood in the middle of the floor unable to see anything but the other 
players around her. The women were looking at her with envious eyes and the 
men with something more than envy in their eyes. She smiled through a fog of 
hashish and liquor. Chico was right; it was a good feeling and there was no 
harm in it. 

The wheel stopped and both Chico and Alice lost. Without looking at her, 
Chico shrugged and took off his tie, shirt and pants, walking to the table 
with them. 

Alice stood still. For a moment, it seemed as if she were not real, just a 
lovely statue. The room grew still. Even the croupier didn't move and the 
waiters stopped rolling the huge waterpipe around. Alice stood, barely 
breathing, aware that every eye, every person in that room was straining all 
of their attention on her, waiting for what she would do next. 

It would be a simple thing to walk off the floor, buy her clothes back and 
retire to the safety of the dark booth she had deserted. Chico came back and 
stood in the spot next to her without looking or acknowledging her presence. 

The silence continued so intense it seemed sure to shatter. Somewhere, a 
glass would tinkle, a person would cough, a door open. Alice stood, feeling 
the flame deep inside her igniting again, feeling it rage until her whole 
stomach seemed rampaging with desire. 

Slowly, she moved one hand and she heard someone catch their breath in the 
dark. Ever so slowly, her hand crept up her back where two fingers felt the 
clasp of her bra and, with a flick of the fingers, she snapped the clasp and 
her breasts leaped forward, freed from the confining bra and she took it off 
and carried it in her hand to the table, placing it on number three, seeing 
the eager eyes of the croupier on her breasts. "For this," he said, "I'll 
give you ten-to-one odds." 

She walked back to her place under the spot, her huge breasts firm, jiggling 
and jellying wity each step. Around her, the voices rose like a field of 
excited beehives. So loud and fast was the talking that she could barely 
hear the wheel spinning. Alice won! She became so excited that she jumped up 
and down, clapping her hands, her mountainous breasts shaking. Chico turned 
to her, smiling, "You have won. Ten-to-one odds. The bra was worth a 
thousand dollars to you." 

People were applauding and shouting for more and Chico came to her side. 
"See? Dare a little and gain much. You could possibly gain much more by 
daring more now, Alice." 

Alice looked at him with excited drugged eyes. "Yes," she whispered. Without 
hesitation now, for she felt reckless and lewd, she began peeling off her 
skin tight panties. There was a groan from someone behind her as she stooped 
to remove them, revealing the naked crevice of her buttocks for all those on 
that side of the room to see. She walked, in nothing but a garter belt and 
long stockings and high heels to place her bet on number five. The 
excitement and noise in the room was so intense, it seemed that lightning 
might crackle at any moment. Chico was beside her at the table, betting all 
of his clothing on number five. He grinned at her. "I know a winner when I 
see one." 

Alice looked down at his naked body and couldn't help staring. His cock was 
every bit as big as the man she had watched with Molly. Bigger perhaps, 
hanging between his legs like some primeval thing. A lewd liquid thrill 
swept through her body. A feeling, a suggestion, entered her mind. This, she 
thought, must be what it is like to be a whore. 

Chico took her hand and gripped it hard, the two of them walking back to the 
center of the floor with all eyes on them. A man, obviously aroused, emerged 
from the dark, walking up to Alice and breathing hard. "Name your price," he 
said tensely. 

Chico stepped in front of him. "I'm sorry, my friend, don't bother the 
lady." 

Roughly, the man shouldered Chico aside and stood close to Alice, his eyes 
racing over her body. "I asked the lady. The rules of the club say it is up 
to her." 

Chico looked at Alice and slowly nodded. "He is right. Remember, I said no 
one can make you do anything you don't want to do." 

The man stood with clenched fists. "How about it? Name your own price." 

Alice smiled. "I'm here to gamble. No thank you, I'm flattered but not 
interested." 

The man glared at her before saying, "Okay, that's the way you want to be. 
Hard to get. Well, there's always later." He spun on his heel and vanished 
into the darkness. 

"All bets placed," the croupier called and spun the wheel and Alice and 
Chico lost amid a chorus of disappointed calls. Chico shrugged and said, 
"You still are a big winner. Want to quit now and buy our clothes back?" 

Alice heaved a sigh, her breasts rising and falling. "I think so, Chico." 

They made their way to the table, standing with the other players. Voices 
called out, begging for them to continue and a nearly naked man next to 
Alice said, "You could always bet your body. With a build like yours, you 
could get an easy hundred-to-one." 

Alice looked at him, intrigued, excited, but Chico shook his head and they 
turned their attention to the croupier who paid Alice in chips, minus the 
cost of her clothes, and took Chico's money. Holding their clothes in his 
arms, Chico gestured with his head. "Back here to change." 

Alice followed, weaving among the tables with envious male eyes on her 
sensuously swaying figure. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Chico led Alice down a dark hall on the opposite side of the building from 
the room where they had watched Molly. Opening a door, Chico nodded for 
Alice to enter. Alice stopped, realizing she was alone with a naked man, a 
virtual stranger. 

For an answer to her hesitation, Chico took her by the arm, surprising her 
with his strength and forced her into the room, spinning her across the 
floor, sending the chips in her hand flying. 

He shut the door behind him and locked it, looking at Alice with narrowed 
eyes. Alice stumbled backward, frightened, saying, "Chico, please, no!" Her 
legs hit a bed and she lost her balance and fell backward. 

Before she could do more than get to her elbows, Chico was on top of her, 
having thrown their clothes to one side. His arms were like steel bonds 
around her, pinning her under him and she struggled, thrashing around, only 
succeeding in separating her long milk white legs and allowing Chico to get 
his knee between them. She pleaded, over and over, saying, finally, "Let me 
up or I'll scream!" 

A low chuckle came from Chico. In a hoarse voice, he said, "Scream away, you 
snooty little bitch, it won't do you any good." 

Determined, Alice fought with all her might but Chico was too much for her, 
gradually forcing her trembling legs further and further apart, pinning her 
flat against the bed and exposing her naked pubic mound and tight little 
pussy underneath. She could feel his cock, now hard and swelling, pressing 
against her pubic hair and embedding itself in the soft flesh of her 
stomach. 

With the quickness of a mongoose, Chico shifted his grip and ducked his head 
down, taking one of her huge breasts in his mouth. Hungrily, he chewed and 
sucked, taking all of her nipple in his mouth and running his tongue over it 
and sucking and biting on it. "Chico, stop! Oh god, please stop!" she 
pleaded, her voice going high and breathy as she felt her body involuntarily 
responding to this treatment, both her nipples becoming bullet hard and a 
deep thrill running through her body. 

Her head fell back and she pleaded in a tiny voice as Chico wedged his other 
knee between her legs, forcing them wider apart still. Still holding her 
with one arm, Chico groped with his free one, his hand finding the swollen 
edges of her cunt and his fingers probing the soft, wet, fleshy substance 
there. "Oh, you're hurting me!" she cried in a faint voice. 

Taking his face from her breasts, Chico whispered in her ear, "You liked it 
out there. You liked the whole thing, didn't you? Answer me!" 

"No, oh, you're hurting me!" Alice moaned as a finger found its way up 
inside her hot, pulsating young cunt and probed around, a nail scraping the 
sides of the gently throbbing walls. 

For an answer, Chico slid still another finger into her tight cunt, 
stretched it and slowly began sawing in and out. "You liked it, didn't you?" 

"No," Alice moaned, her eyes closed tightly and every bit of her drug and 
alcohol fogged brain fighting the salaciously growing feeling inside of her. 

Chico picked up the pace of his finger fucking, Alice moaning and pleading, 
her voice dying away as the rhythm of his sawing fingers, became contagious 
and, despite herself, she felt her betraying hips beginning to move and it 
was such a good feeling. Before, with Tom, she had always been content to 
lie motionless, letting him do all the work which he always ended too 
quickly. 

"That's it, you hot little bitch, move!" Chico commanded in a hoarse voice 
and Alice found herself responding, rotating her hips as his fingers fucked 
in and out faster and faster between her thighs. "You liked it out there, 
didn't you, liked being naked in front of all those people?" 

"I don't know," Alice whispered. 

Chico suddenly pulled his fingers free with a wet sucking sound and held 
them up under his nose. "Ah," he whispered, "that's a good smell. Smell it!" 
he said, thrusting his fingers under her nose. Alice couldn't help but 
smelling. It was pungent and sweet and oddly exciting. 

Gripping her arms by the wrist, Chico was suddenly off her and his tongue 
was snaking a wet trail down her stomach, pausing to lick and bore into her 
squirming navel then on down, down over her pubic hair and licking the 
insides of her thighs then all around the edges of her cunt. With one last 
desperate cry, she screamed "No!" before Chico glued his open mouth over her 
cunt and sucked hard and Alice's "No!" trailed off in a long cry that ended 
in a moan of delight as his poker hot tongue found and licked at her tiny 
clitoris and slid slowly, tantalizingly, up, up, up like a slippery eel into 
her hot cunt. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhyes!" she hissed all in one long breath, her hips pumping now. 
Never before had she felt such an exquisite sensation and she wished it 
would go on all night! Her mouth open, her eyes half-closed, a look of 
lewdness on her face, she forgot where she was, forgot who Chico was, forgot 
even who she was and lasciviously spread her legs wider, allowing his tongue 
to burrow and wiggle deeper, her hips beginning a long slow rotating 
undulation as Chico sucked. "Oh, never stop that, never, never, never!" she 
crooned, increasing her motion more and more. 

Chico let go of her wrists and her hands flew to his head and she pulled it 
in tighter on her cunt, her legs spread wide, her knees and legs rising off 
the bed, her hips rotating like mad. 

Chico licked and sucked like a man dying of thirst, building Alice toward an 
orgasm. Alice saw herself like a raft caught in the rapids of a foaming 
river. She relaxed totally, her whole body writhing on the bed now, like a 
stick being tossed about in foaming white water. Ahead, there was a roaring, 
a mighty roaring that was building in intensity every moment. A great 
waterfall was ahead and soon, she would plunge over it. The waterfall was 
her orgasm and Alice yearned for the violence of it, urging Chico on in 
incoherent gasps. "That's it, oh, yes, I love it!" she said over and over 
again, wanting Chico to bury his whole mouth in her flaming cunt, wanting to 
go over the waterfall in a mad headlong falling rush and plunge deep into 
the green waters of her own cum. 

With a mighty effort, Chico tore himself free and leaped on top of her. "I'm 
going to fuck you and you're going to beg for it!" he grunted at her. 

"Yes, yes!" Alice cried, "Fuck me, fuck me hard!" she said, surprised at the 
coarse sound of her own voice and thrilled with the dirty words she was 
using. She did want him to fuck her, she wanted him to fuck her all night; 
at that moment, she wanted him to fuck her forever! 

Taking his huge pulsating cock in his hand, Chico shoved the head of it 
against her cunt, wetting it with her cuntal juices and letting it slide up 
and down. "You like that, don't you?" 

"Yes!" Alice hissed, pulling her knees up near her breasts and wiggling down 
her buttocks harder into the bed. 

"Beg me to fuck you, I want to hear you beg for it!" 

"Please fuck me, please fuck me hard, please, please fuck me all night!" she 
said in a low thrilling voice, delighted to hear herself say the words. 

Although she was aware of it, she paid no notice to the dark figures that 
were slipping through the door and standing along the wall, watching the bed 
intently. Molly was there, naked, standing next to her stood the man who had 
propositioned Alice on the dance floor. Other men, in various stages of 
undress, crowded into the room. 

Slowly, Chico began leaning his weight on Alice, the thick mushroom head of 
his cock plowing into her cunt, spreading its soft warm fleshiness with her 
juices forced out and tangling in her pubic hair. With a shuddering moan, 
Alice threw her arms around Chico's neck and locked her mouth to his, Chico 
using his tongue to plunge into her mouth. 

The people stood and watched as Alice's cunt was spread into a tight round 
pink circle by Chico's thick cock as it slowly slid in deeper, its way 
greased by her vaginal juices. Alice moaned at the pain as it seemed her 
cunt was stretched beyond endurance and would split and ruin her forever. 
The pain kept building until she screamed. She felt it wasn't possible to 
endure any more as the huge lust-hardened cock slid further and further into 
the musky depths of her ravenous cunt. Thy pain built until her lips began 
to make a helpless mewing sound, suddenly finding the pain a pleasure. 

"Look at her," Molly said. "She loves it." 

"Yeah," the man said next to her, "And I'm going to fuck her no matter what 
I do." 

Alice wrapped her legs around Chico and pulled him closer, driving his shaft 
still deeper, riding the pain into that roaring river of pleasure she felt 
deep inside of her. She had heard the voices and, through eyes blurred with 
drugs and rampant passion, she could see dim figures all around her. Very 
well, she thought, let them see me get fucked, let them watch me fuck with 
all I have. A deep dark sluttish thrill ravaged her body. Let them watch, 
let them see her behaving as a whore! She loved it! 

Madly, she began pumping and gyrating her full, white buttocks and Chico 
began pumping like a demon into her, fighting her sudden maniacal strength 
with all that he had. 

"Would you look at them fuck!" a voice said, low and excited. "I've got to 
have some of that pussy!" 

Alice closed her eyes against the ecstasy she felt. It was as if she were 
made for this, had been living in a state of suspended animation all her 
life waiting for this moment when she was naked in a room full of strangers, 
being savagely fucked by a man she barely knew. "Fuck me!" she screamed. 
"Fuck me harder!" 

Chico responded with all his might, his cock sawing in and out of her tight 
little cunt with all his might, pulling out with such force, it suctioned 
out the red inflamed walls of her cunt and slamming home with such passion 
it sucked in the lips of her vagina with the wet matted pubic hair 
disappearing for a second. Alice found herself gripping for dear life to his 
ramrod prick, tightening the muscles of her cunt as hard as she could as the 
cock rammed home deeper and deeper, the blood-red head banging against her 
cervix, causing her to scream in delight and throw her hips up to receive 
more, all, of his hot, mercilessly pistoning cock. 

A groan escaped Chico and he jerked, involuntarily, cumming, gushing his 
white hot sperm deep into her hungrily clasping cunt, pumping semen again 
and again, filling her with cum and having it seep out the sides. Alice 
screamed, "No, no, not yet, not YET!" and pushed up all the harder against 
him, but Chico, with a groan, went limp and rolled from her. "No, please, 
not yet!" she pleaded. 

"Don't worry, baby," one of the men said, rushing for the bed and pushing 
Chico to one side. 

"Oh, no, I asked this cunt out on the floor!" another man said, running to 
the bed and raising a fist. 

"Wait!" Molly called. Everyone, Alice included, turned to look at her. "No 
sense in fighting. Why don't you two share her? She won't mind." 

"Not a bad idea," one man grinned, taking his cock in his hand and guiding 
it into Alice's willing cunt, with Alice beginning a lascivious grind the 
moment she felt his hard cock slipping in. 

The other man quickly undressed and kneeled over her shoulders and roughly 
seized her head with both hands, pulling it up. He didn't have to. Eagerly 
she opened her mouth and sucked on the hot throbbing prick. It tasted so 
good! she told herself. 

The two men fucked her unmercifully between them, battering her body and 
head. Alice was turned and twisted, jerked and beaten as the man over her 
shoulders held her by the hair and fucked her mouth savagely, sticking his 
cock far back into her mouth where she gagged and saw stars. Nothing 
mattered to Alice, she was roaring down that river, engulfed in white-hot 
cum, cum spewing into her mouth and cunt as the men shouted and she gulped 
the cum down to keep from drowning and felt herself teetering on the edge of 
the plunge over the waterfall, gasping for air and whimpering as the men 
climbed off her. 

And yet, it didn't matter that they were leaving her, for two more men 
climbed on the bed, turning her over and forcing her on her knees. A rough 
finger popped into her anus and reamed around while another great head 
spread her cunt wider open and began savagely fucking her. 

Alice, with strands of cum still hanging from her lips, saw legs slide 
underneath her and another cock near her mouth. Eagerly, with a little 
greedy cry she took it in her mouth, bit on it gently, then sucked as hard 
as she could. 

They fucked her as savagely as the first two men, even harder, her huge 
breasts jiggling and shaking, the tips of her nipples brushing against the 
bed. Alice screwed her ass up and back to take more and sucked faster on the 
cock in her hands. This time, she told herself with a wild thrill, this time 
she would make it over the falls head first. 

There was no stopping her as she fucked and moaned like a woman possessed. 
She fucked beyond exhaustion, came to the edge of the falls, a fireball 
within her about to explode, hovered, and plunged down over the side in a 
long screaming fall down into ecstasy. 

Alice went limp and let the men do with her what they wanted. They fucked 
her savagely, pumping white hot sperm into her cunt and her mouth, some of 
it drooling out the corner of her mouth, and she lay spent, naked, her face 
and widespread crotch glistening lewdly with the cum of all of them. 

"Somebody get some oil," Molly said, Alice barely hearing her as she lay 
stretched out, naked, uncaring, someone she couldn't see was fondling her 
huge breast and she didn't even care who it was, just that he go on playing 
with them and tweaking her nipples and arousing her again. 

A door opened and closed and a voice said, "Here it is." 

Alice lay still, eyes closed, her lips smiling as she felt the oil being 
poured over her body and rough male hands, many of them, spread the oil over 
her body, from her feet to her neck, rolling her over on her stomach and 
rubbing it all over her back, her thighs, her ass, even spreading her legs 
and rubbing it into the crack of her ass and over her puckered sensitive 
anus. 

Then they turned her over once more and she was gripping someone in her arms 
and they were slipping and sliding all over her as she felt the delicious 
pain of still another cock driving home into her cunt and she was back in 
the river again, riding the rapids, heading, with a dazed look, toward still 
another waterfall orgasm. 

She felt rough hands on her neck and still another cock was spreading her 
mouth wide open and she sucked, not caring who it was, not even wanting to 
know who it was, only wanting the pleasure to go on and on forever and ever. 
. . 

Her hands were pryed loose from the back of the man who was fucking her and 
she felt a cock in each hand and held them tight as they slipped in and out 
of her oil drenched fingers. She closed her eyes in pure bliss and hungrily 
stroked the cocks, hoping they would never end. 

The croupier slipped into the room and stood next to Molly, looking at Alice 
writhing under the men on the bed. 

"You get all this on film?" Molly asked. 

The croupier nodded. "Every bit. Max is going to run it awhile. I got to get 
some of this action. Ever see a bitch so hot?" 

Molly nodded. "Yeah, damn it. No reason why we can't all join in. What am I, 
an old maid or something?" 

The croupier took off his clothes, grinning, "Come on, baby, let's you and 
me be in the movies!" 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

When Alice awoke, the room was filled with sunlight. She awakened slowly, by 
degrees, a self-satisfied smile on her lips. She lay across the bed, her 
clothes on, the bed still made. With one eye half open, she could see the 
sunlight streaming in through the open Venetian blinds. 

With a little cry, she jerked her head up, looking around, falling back on 
the bed with a long' moan of release. She was in her own apartment! She was 
home and safe and it all seemed like a bad dream! It had been a dream, she 
told herself, just a horrible bad dream, worse than any she had ever had 
before. 

She groaned and rolled over on her back, looking up at the ceiling. Her head 
throbbed and the sunlight glared and hurt her eyes. Her mouth was dry and 
caked and felt awful. Slowly, groaning, she got up, her body aching, her 
vagina sending warning signals, little stabbings of pain. 

She stumbled to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, shocked at what she 
saw there. It wasn't quite the same face. Her eyes were set in black hollows 
and the eyeballs themselves were bloodshot. Hastily, she undressed and began 
crying as she looked at her lovely body with black and blue marks on her 
thighs and ugly red scratches on her thighs. 

Alice covered her face with both hands and sobbed helplessly, bending in 
convulsions, over the sink. It was true, all that she remembered was true 
and she remembered too much for her mind to accept. 

Wildly, she ran about the apartment, not knowing what to do; half-formed 
thoughts about going to the police and to the minister of her church 
colliding in her mind with waves of shame and self-revulsion. 

Confused, ashamed, frightened, she threw herself on the bed and sobbed, her 
body racked. She sobbed until she fell, exhausted, into a dreamless sleep. 

When she awoke, it was night out and the blinds had been drawn and the 
lights were on. Sounds and the fragrant smell of coffee percolating came 
from the kitchen. Wiping her eyes, she sat up on the bed, groaning and 
holding her head. Someone had put a blanket over her while she slept. 

Molly, her apprehensive face framed by wild red hair, came and stood in the 
doorway. "Hi ya," she said, her face serious. 

Alice looked back at her numbly. "What have you done to me?" she asked, her 
voice a croak in her throat. 

Molly looked down at the floor. "I'll explain. First, some strong black 
coffee." She disappeared into the kitchen and Alice took the opportunity to 
stagger to the bathroom and close the door, bending over the toilet where 
she vomited out her frustration then ran hot water and held a steaming 
washrag to her face. 

Molly appeared in the doorway, holding a glass of fizzing Bromo Seltzer in 
one hand and a steaming cup of black coffee in the other. "I brought you 
home and kept your keys, figuring you'd need me now. Drink this." 

With trembling hands, Alice took the Bromo and gulped it down. It only 
seemed to increase her thirst and she hastily poured herself two more 
glasses of water and drained each one. 

Her hands were trembling so violently that she spilled some of the coffee 
into the saucer and had to have Molly help her get some down. The coffee 
tasted and felt good and she leaned against the bathroom sink and closed her 
eyes. "I threw up," she murmured. 

Poor baby," Molly said sympathetically. The Bromo will go to work soon and 
you'll feel better. How about some more coffee?" 

Alice nodded and Molly took the cup and headed for the kitchen, Alice 
following her, weak and woozy. She slumped into a chair in the breakfast 
nook and watched Molly pour the coffee then take the bottle of scotch and 
pour in a slug. "Hair of the dog," Molly said, setting the cup in front of 
her. "Best thing in the world. In fact, the only thing for what ails you." 

Alice looked up at her. "Did it all really happen?" 

Molly looked away and nodded. 

"Everything?" she asked, her voice rising. 

"Everything and more," Molly answered in a flat voice. 

"I don't believe it!" Alice said, near to tears again. 

"I'm afraid you'll have to." 

"Why?" Alice cried. 

Molly still couldn't look at her. She heaved a sigh and sat down opposite 
her. "Drink your coffee and I'll tell you the whole story," she said, 
lighting a cigarette. "Drink," she repeated, nodding at the cup, "You're 
going to need it." 

Alice sipped at the hot coffee, gagging at the powerful taste of the 
whiskey. They sat in silence with Molly still not looking at her, all of her 
attention on the cup in Alice's hands, urging her, with nods, to drain the 
cup. 

Alice drank it all, feeling the scotch burn all the way down and gradually 
warm her queasy stomach. When she was through, Molly took her cup and poured 
more coffee laced again with scotch and, taking another cup, poured herself 
straight scotch. She came back and sat at the table. "I'm going to need this 
too," she said and tossed her head back, taking the scotch neat. 

She lighted another cigarette and finally looked Alice in the eye. It was a 
different Molly. She was subdued and sad, far from the vibrant, off-color, 
devil-may-care woman Alice was used to seeing. "Garson Kline," she said in a 
low voice. 

"Who?" Alice asked, bewildered. 

"Garson Kline. You saw him and you're going to meet him," Molly said 
crushing out her cigarette. 

"I don't understand. Who is he?" 

For the first time, Molly smiled. It was a cynical, bitter smile. "Better 
you should ask, what is he?" 

Alice held one hand to her throbbing forehead and drank coffee. "I've never 
felt so miserable in my whole life. I don't understand anything. I don't 
understand you. Why did you let such rotten horrible things happen to me?" 

Molly shut her eyes and put her hands on the table. "I didn't let them 
happen, I helped make them happen. It was all planned." 

"Planned? What are you talking about? Are you crazy?" Alice asked, her voice 
whimpering and tears coming to her eyes. 

"I wish I was. Sometimes, maybe I am crazy. Listen to me arid don't 
interrupt. I'm telling you the truth." Molly sat back in her chair and, 
looking at her cup, began to talk. "I first met Garson Kline a little over a 
year ago. I liked him. Hell, I've always liked a good time. He had money to 
burn and he gave wild parties out in the desert where he has a ranch. He was 
generous and I was, well, wild. See, I never told you about him. Never told 
Tom. Never told a soul." Molly bit her lip and tears brimmed in her eyes. 
"It's too damn corny. I never married because I never found anyone I felt I 
could make it with. Then, I did. Imagine, he was a farmer. I'll never, as 
long as I live, forget the night he walked into the lounge and right there, 
while I was serving drinks, he asked me to marry him. A farmer, of all 
things. Honey, let me tell you, I was crazy about that man. He knew all 
about me. I was raised tough and loose but he didn't care. Gave me a lousy 
little diamond ring. All he could afford. We were going to be married when 
he came back from Vietnam." Molly lit a cigarette and smiled, cynical and 
tough, slowly exhaling smoke. "You can guess the rest." 

"He didn't come back," Alice said, near tears herself, thinking of Tom. 

"He came back in a box. I went to the funeral." 

"Molly, why didn't you tell me? Us?" Alice reached across the table and took 
her hand. 

"I told you, it's too damn corny. I made up my mind nobody was going to feel 
sorry for old Molly. I lived it up, slept around, drank myself silly. Then I 
met Garson Kline and went to one of his parties and got hooked." 

Alice's hands flew to her mouth. "Oh, no! Dope?" 

Molly gave a harsh laugh. "I wish it were that simple. I went to his ranch 
and found myself in the middle of an orgy with South American dictators and 
generals living it up. Sure, there was dope. And booze and women. Kline 
makes tax free millions selling those bastards guns and munitions. I got 
hooked, hooked on the easy life, the gifts, and hooked on the orgies." Molly 
looked across the table, her face hard. "I liked it. Hear that? I loved it. 
I still do. Garson Kline is the most evil depraved man I know. He'd do 
anything for his amusement. He's humiliated me beyond belief hundreds of 
times and found out the truth about myself. I love it. Kline is a monster 
but he makes me feel things I love. He rules me and I'll do anything he says 
and I love it." Molly stubbed her cigarette out and sat looking down at the 
table. 

"Molly, I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do?" Alice asked. 

"Don't feel sorry for me, I can't stand that. What I do I do because I want 
to. Feel sorry for yourself if you want to feel sorry for somebody." Molly 
smiled cynically again, rising to pour herself another drink into the coffee 
cup and downing it with one toss of the head. 

"But why, what has he got to do with last night?" Alice asked, dreading the 
answer. 

"It was all set up, even your winning. Kline masterminded and paid for the 
whole thing. Chico works for him." Molly poured herself another drink and 
stood looking down into the cup. "He had me out at the ranch a while ago and 
... did things to me and got me to promise I would recruit a girl for him. 
He's bored with me." She paused, fighting to control herself before going 
on. "He ... did things to me, had ... things done to me while he watched and 

I told him about you. I don't know why." She turned her back to Alice and 
continued. "I could have cut my tongue out. Once I told him, it was too late 
and he kept at me, planned the whole thing and, like a heel, I went along 
with it. There, that's the truth." Molly drank again and poured herself 
still another drink. 

Alice sat stunned, her hangover forgotten. "I don't believe you." 

Molly choked on her drink and laughed harshly. "You'd better believe it. You 
see, I kept hoping you'd chicken out, that you'd go home or leave or 
something. But," she shrugged, "he's evil, but he's smart, he knows women. 
Never knew anybody like him. He was the man sitting in the casino, in the 
dining room, watching you. I met him later at the cocktail lounge while you 
were with Chico. He told me you would do, he even told me you would go 
through with the whole thing. How he knew, I'd never guess, but he knew." 

"No!" Alice shouted, getting up and spilling her coffee. 

"He knew!" Molly said, pointing a finger. "And he was right. He said you 
were hot and frustrated and he knew." Molly finished her drink and put the 
cup down on the counter, smiling at Alice with slightly glazed eyes. The 
drinks were having an effect on her now. "He knew, Alice, and you'll be 
hearing from him and you'd better listen. Make up your own mind. I'll help 
you if I can. But ... " Molly's voice trailed off and she turned and walked 
out to the living room, Alice following her. 

"But what?" she asked. 

Molly put her hand on the door and slowly shook her head, still looking at 
the floor. "He knew." Alice smiled, her eyes out of focus. "We're birds of a 
feather, you and I. Don't that beat all? I thought it would never work. I 
thought he was crazy. And, he is, like a fox. You're just like me, Alice you 
loved it. I saw you and you loved it." Molly opened the door to go. 

"Molly!" Alice screamed. "Wait, it's not true!" 

Molly stepped out into the hall, weaving a bit. Her face was sad and, for 
the first time, she looked old. "Please, please, forgive me. I didn't know 
what I was doing, I really didn't think it would work. I hate myself." She 
spun on her heel and hurried down the hall, careening around a corner out of 
sight. 

Alice was left standing, looking at an open door, thinking to herself that 
you never, ever, know a person, thinking this was all a very bad dream and 
she would wake up and fall on her knees and thank God that it was all a bad 
dream. 

The phone rang and Alice jumped, hastily closing the door after looking down 
the hall to see if anyone heard. She stood in the middle of the room looking 
at the phone as if it were some evil alien invader that was about to attack 
her. The phone jangled time after time, relentlessly. 

Alice paced the room, wringing her hands, saying, "Go away, go away." But 
she knew it wouldn't go away. If she didn't answer, whoever was calling 
might come to the apartment. Molly said she would hear from this Garson 
Kline. She picked the receiver up and held it a moment before saying, 
"Hello?" in a shaky voice. 

"Hello, Alice, this is Chico. I have a message for you." 

The room tilted like in a funhouse. Alice put one arm out for support. 
"Alice?" the phone said. like some monstrous merry-go-round, the room 
started turning and Alice fell to the floor in a dead faint. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

When Alice came to, she was lying on the bed and Molly was again sitting on 
the edge of the bed, looking down at her. Chico was standing beside her, 
smiling in his oily way. "Hello, Alice," he said softly. 

Alice sat bolt upright. She wanted to attack him, to scratch his eyes out. 
Never before had she felt such hatred for another human being. "You scum!" 
she hissed. 

"Scum?" Chico seemed amused, raising his eyebrows. "It takes two, Alice. 

Alice got to her feet and stopped. Across the room sat a tall white-haired 
man. He sat, conservatively yet elegantly dressed in a continental manner. 
He sat at ease, with his legs crossed, casually smoking a cigarette, an 
amused look on his thin hawk-like face. 

"Alice," Molly said, standing beside her, "this is Garson Kline." 

Kline said nothing, smiling steadily at Alice. He seemed to be laughing at 
some private joke. 

His eyes suddenly flicked to Chico and Molly. "You may go," he said in a 
quiet voice with just a trace of an accent. 

Chico and Molly obeyed instantly not knowing what to say. He seemed so at 
ease, as if he were an old family friend, come to pass the time of day. He 
smiled and waved a hand. "You'd better sit down. You fainted and had a nasty 
fall." 

Alice realized her knees were weak. She sank down on the bed. "What do you 
want?" 

Kline smiled, his lips going thin. "Get to the point, right? I like that." 
His long arm reached to the floor and held up a large manila envelope. "This 
contains eight-by-ten stills from a movie. I know they'll be of great 
interest to you. Would you like to see them?" He asked, still smiling as he 
undid the clasp. 

"No," Alice said in a trembling voice. 

Kline cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. "No? I think you'd better." He 
tossed the envelope across the room where it landed on the bed, several of 
the glossy prints sliding out. Alice gave a little cry. The first picture 
she saw was of herself lying on a bed, naked, her head thrown back, her 
mouth open in lewd abandon, her legs spread wide apart and the 
unidentifiable head of a man sucking on her cunt. "That's a particularly 
good one, ' Kline said, sitting up in his chair and peering across the room. 
"However, none of them compare to the film. That, is quite exciting." 

Alice put the pictures back in the envelope and glared at Kline. "How did 
you do this, and why?" 

"My dear young lady, the 'how' is easy enough for a man with money and a 
little initiative. The 'why' is much more interesting and difficult to 
explain to someone of your background and upbringing. In essence, it is a 
short cut, a way of bringing you around in a relatively short time. I'm a 
very busy man and find that I have neither the time nor the patience to 
spend justifying for you what you will do, what you want to do, in the long 
run. Am I getting too complicated for you?" 

Alice sat in silence. No one had ever talked to her in such a manner before. 
She stared in disbelief at his calm composed image across the room. "What do 
you think you're going to do?" she asked, more out of a child-like curiosity 
than any belief in the reality of their conversation. 

"I'm going to propose a bargain which you will accept," he said blandly. 

"What?" 

"I will give you those pictures and the original film which you will of 
course destroy. In return for that, you will spend a weekend as one of my 
guests at my ranch." Calmly, he folded his hands and waited for an answer. 

Alice pointed a finger at him then the envelope. Despite herself, an amazed 
little laugh escaped her lips. "You're trying to blackmail me!" 

Kline raised a finger like a genial schoolteacher correcting a student. "I'm 
not trying, I am succeeding. You must still be a bit foggy from that faint." 

"I won't do it!" Alice shouted. 

Kline clucked his tongue. "Shout enough and your neighbors will get 
curious," He sat forward and stared intently at Alice, an amused look on his 
flint-hard face. "Let me put it this way. I'll have a car pick you up next 
Friday night at about this time. If you're not in that car when it returns 
to the ranch, I shall set into motion a certain plan. Within days, every 
pornographic dealer in Las Vegas and the west coast will have a print of the 
film you so enthusiastically starred in. Within weeks, it will be 
distributed from coast to coast. If you should go to the police, I will of 
course deny everything. Molly and Chico will verify my innocence. If you 
should persist in maligning my good name, I'll take every action possible to 
see that the courts have you examined mentally. And," Kline paused and 
leaned even more forward, seeming a big spider hovering over the room, his 
words coming out clipped and cold. "A very special print of your film will 
be mailed to your husband by a concerned but anonymous friend. I know his 
name, I know he's in the army and in Vietnam. It is a simple matter for a 
man of my means to get his APO and be assured it gets into his hands." 

"I don't believe you," Alice said, her voice trembling as she was near to 
tears. 

Kline shrugged. "If that is so, that is your tragedy." He stood up and 
smoothed out his coat. 

"But, why are you doing this to me, why me, there must be hundreds of girls 
who would be willing?" Alice cried, feeling she was about to go mad. 

Kline nodded. "There are any number of girls willing." He smiled a cruel 
way, his teeth seeming like steel bands. "But the willing ones no longer 
interest me. Think it over. I'll be back on the weekend. If you should 
decide to accept, you will get the film back and, as Molly can tell you, 
you'll be amply rewarded. Should you decide against it, you already have an 
idea of what's in store for you." He walked to the door and turned back, 
still smiling. "As you will learn, I am a very generous man when pleased, a 
very ruthless man when displeased." With a wave of the hand, he indicated 
the envelope on the bed. "You can keep those to study at your leisure, I can 
always have more made. Goodnight, Alice." 

He stepped out into the hall and closed the door. Alice sat still, numbed, 
unable to think. 

Slowly, as if in a trance, she opened the envelope and looked at the 
pictures. There was a close up of her sucking a large hardened cock, the 
head rammed deep in her mouth, a look of sheer bliss on her face with her 
lips clamped tightly around the cock, her hand fondling the balls 
underneath. Just visible in the bottom of the frame were her huge breasts 
being roughly bunched in two hands reaching up underneath, her nipples being 
crushed between greedy fingers. 

Another picture showed her sprawled on the bed with two naked men holding 
her legs so wide apart they looked as if she would split while a third man 
dug his nails in her hips and fucked into her cunt that was oozing with cum. 

Still another picture showed her alone on the bed, covered, glistening 
lewdly with oil, her legs flung apart and her own fingers digging madly into 
her lust-inflamed cunt, a look of debauched and total abandon on her face. 

Alice spent a long time pouring over each picture, going back and looking at 
several over again. Then, her face blank, she put the pictures back in the 
envelope, put the envelope in the desk and locked it. 

She stood for a long time at the window, looking out, thinking. A new Alice 
had been born. There was no one she could turn to. Her minister wouldn't 
understand and couldn't be of any practical help. If she went to the police, 
the results would be disastrous even if she could prove her story. The 
pictures clearly depicted her enjoying herself. If Tom ever found out the 
truth, it could end their marriage and the only thing that made sense at the 
moment, was their marriage. Molly would be of no help. 

She sat, staring out at the night time Las Vegas skyline. For the first time 
in her life, she had to do something entirely on her own. 

Although the party was still a week away, she made up her mind right then 
that her marriage was worth saving and she would do anything necessary to 
save it. She sat up late, looking out the window, forming a plan whereby she 
could get the film away from Garson Kline. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

The week went by slowly at first then with a rush, Alice saying good-bye at 
the dress shop, wishing her employees a nice weekend and going home to dress 
after a bath, noticing that the scratches and bruises had all but 
disappeared from her body, and sat in a chair, waiting for someone to knock 
on the door. 

During the week, Molly had called each night and even stopped by once. She 
seemed guilt-ridden and sad, unable to look Alice in the face. Alice never 
mentioned Garson Kline or the weekend coming up. Whenever Molly brought the 
topic up, she had changed the conversation with a coolness and ease that 
surprised her. Perhaps Molly would be at the ranch; Alice neither knew nor 
cared. She couldn't hate Molly, just feel sorry for her. 

The doorbell rang she got up quickly, opening the door. A thick Mexican 
looking man stood in the hall, flashily dressed like Chico, his eyes heavily 
lidded. "Mrs. Compton?" he asked, all politeness. 

Alice looked at him with a frigid stare. "Yes?" 

"I believe I am to escort you, no?" 

"If you are from Garson Kline, you are," Alice stepped back into the room, 
got her purse, snapped off the lights and stepped out into the hall, locking 
the door behind her. 

They walked down the hall, the man keeping step with Alice. "My name is 
Diego and may I say I'm delighted to you're taking such a sensible attitude 
about this. It is, after all, the only sane way to behave." 

Alice permitted herself a little smile and said nothing. 

They got into a large black limousine with Diego up front, acting as a 
chauffeur. He talked on, through an intercom as they drove, at high speed, 
out into the desert, Alice not answering, preferring instead to look out the 
window at the desert whipping by, going over her plans once more. 

Far out into the desert, they turned up a dirt road, off the highway, and 
continued on at a low speed until the highway behind them was out of sight. 
Alice's heart sank when they pulled up to a tall cyclone fence and blinked 
their lights. An armed guard, Mexican, carrying a short shotgun and leading 
a full-grown vicious looking Doberman pinscher by a short leather leash, 
came out of a shack, examined them and tripped the lever, the gate swinging 
electrically open, allowing them to pass through two gates. 

Her apprehension and fear mounting by the second, Alice saw there was a 
second fence about ten feet inside the first fence. Diego's voice crackled 
through the intercom as he looked in the rearview mirror and saw her 
preoccupation with the fences. "A most effective way of keeping unwanted 
guests out. The area between the fences is patrolled by trained Dobermans. 
Unusually good watch dogs. They run free." 

They drove down a paved road, lights visible up ahead, coming from a huge 
hacienda type ranch house that was partially hidden by planted trees. They 
pulled around to the back of the house and Alice could see figures in the 
house, moving about in the rooms. 

Diego held the car door open for her and pointed toward a door that opened 
and Chico, smiling, wearing pencil thin black pants and a frilly white shirt 
that had billow sleeves, was standing in the doorway, smiling. "Ah, Alice, 
delighted you could make it." 

Alice nodded and followed Diego and Chico, the two of them laughing and 
talking in Spanish, looking back at her with smirks on their faces. Chico 
stopped at a door and opened it, stepping aside with a flourish. "This, 
Alice Compton, will be your room for the weekend. Everything you could need 
is here. If we have forgotten anything, just push a button you'll find by 
your bed. There is a bar and a cigarette box on the coffee table contains 
hashish." 

Alice walked into the room and looked around. It might have been a room in 
any of the better hotels, complete even down to a TV set. 

Behind her, Chico spoke in a quiet voice. "What you will wear while you're 
here is laid out for you on the bed. Changes of clothing are in the closet 
and bureau drawers." He stepped closer, smiling, "Alice Compton, I like you 
and that is why I'm telling you it would be wise if you wore what Mr. Kline 
wishes you to wear." 

Aliced nodded and Chico went to the door. 'Take your time. If you wish for 
food, push the button. Again, giving you good advice, I'd advise you to have 
a couple of drinks and smoke some hashish. It will make things easier on 
you." He stepped out into the hall and closed the door, the last thing Alice 
saw was the two of them, Diego and Chico, smiling, Diego's heavy-lidded eyes 
taking her body in greedily. 

She examined the clothes that Chico had indicated on the bed. A pair of 
black high-heeled shoes, black silk stockings, a black garter belt and a 
see-through nightgown that was cut so low it would barely cover her breasts 
and was so short that it ended at her waist, leaving her naked and exposed 
from the waist down. Looking in the closets and drawers, all she found were 
repetitions of the things laid out on the bed. She sat down in a chair and 
stared off. "Alice, you are in big trouble," she said aloud. 

"Not necessarily," a voice answered from somewhere. 

Alice jumped to her feet, looking around. "Who said that? Where are you?" 

"Over here, my dear, by the side of your bed." 

Alice looked to see a speaker installed in the wall next to what looked like 
a television lens. The lens was glowing. "This is Garson Kline. I'm in 
another part of the house and I thought I'd look in on you and see if all 
was going well. I see you haven't changed yet." 

"Mr. Kline, I have to see you, I have to talk to you," Alice said, looking 
straight into the lens. 

"Very well, talk," the metallic voice said. 

"In person, I mean," Alice begged. 

"Soon enough for that. Right now I'm afraid that's impossible. I've guests 
to attend to and preparations to make." 

"Mr. Kline, where is the film?" 

"Your film? Safely under lock and key. You'll receive it at the conclusion 
of this weekend if, and I must stress IF I am pleased with you." 

Nervously Alice brushed back her hair. "Can I see the film?" 

"Under no circumstances," Kline said in his clipped manner. 

"Please?" Alice begged. 

There was a pause before Kline's voice started again, this time with a 
growing coldness and anger. "I am not an idiot, Mrs. Compton. Believe me 
when I say I'm experienced in matters such as we're dealing in now and I 
don't like your attitude. I think you need a lesson. I think I'll change my 
plans somewhat and teach you a lesson. Remember, I said I could be a 
generous man. I can also be most harsh. I'm going to give you an order. Get 
undressed and into the clothes I have laid out for you. Be ready in five 
minutes. If you are not ready, it will be very unpleasant for you!" 

There was a click and the light went out and Alice was left staring at the 
wall. 

Biting her lips, Alice obeyed, taking off her clothes and hanging them 
neatly in the closet and, sitting on the bed, she began dressing in the 
black hose, pulling them up over her lovely thighs. Standing up, she put the 
garter belt on, pulling in her waist so that her huge breasts jutted out all 
the more. 

She stepped into the high-heeled shoes then put the filmy nightgown on over 
her head. It barely covered her breasts, her nipples, now growing taut, 
sticking through. The nightgown reached to her waist, leaving her slightly 
protruding stomach that swooped down to her mound of Venus tufted with soft 
pubic hair naked for all to see. She looked in a full length mirror, turning 
to see her voluptuous milk white buttocks naked and accentuated by the black 
stockings and nightgown. 

A silly poignant thought entered her mind: if only she could dress this way 
for Tom. 

But, she wasn't. The truth was, she was dressed in this exciting obscene 
manner for a man she barely knew. A very clever and twisted man, a man who 
would go to such great lengths and expense to get what he wanted. She was 
wrong in coming here, wrong in thinking she could outwit him. Even if she 
found the film and got it, she could never get away. Yet, she told herself 
as she bit her knuckles and thought hard, he had to have a weakness, there 
had to be something he had overlooked. 

The door flew open and Diego and Chico walked in, looking at Alice's soft 
young body. Diego whistled softly. "Chico, you are one lucky dog. This 
hombre can't wait to get at that tight little pussy." 

Chico stood close to her and from his breath, Alice could tell he had been 
drinking. "Well, it is good that you are ready. Have you smoked some 
hashish?" 

"No," Alice said, shaking her head. 

"I told you to," Chico answered coldly. "Diego, light one up for Alice 
Compton." 

Diego took a brown cigarette from the box and lighted it, handing it to 
Alice who shook her head again. 

Chico slapped her so hard her head flicked to one side. She cried aloud and 
held her cheek, looking at Chico in fear. "The velvet glove is off. Orders." 
Chico smiled and his voice was soft again. "I'm sorry. Please smoke or I 
will be forced to make you." 

Alice obediently took the cigarette and inhaled, holding her breath while 
the two men watched her silently. They stood until Alice had smoked the 
hashish down to the nub, Chico taking it from her fingers gently. "Now, how 
do you feel?" 

Despite herself, she giggled. The hashish was fogging her brain powerfully 
and all things became vague and removed. It was as if she were a fourth 
person in the room, watching the others who were so amusing because they 
were all so serious. Diego poured half a glass-full of straight scotch and 
handed it to her. "Drink," he commanded and Alice did so docilely, her eyes 
sleepy and her body relaxed and tingling pleasantly. 

When she had finished the drink, they led her from the room and down a long 
hall and into a large room where Alice heard the buzz of voices that fell 
silent as they filed in. A sudden "Ole!" split the air and men were 
applauding and whistling as she was helped, by Chico, onto a platform that 
was covered with black velvet. 

She stood, bewildered, trying to see the people seated in chairs around the 
platform. A thick short man, swarthy, with a greasy face and black moustache 
scrambled up on the platform, Chico holding up a hand to stop him. The man 
grinned, leering at Alice and showing bad teeth. He pointed a stubby finger 
at her, the fingernail showing a half moon of dirt under the nail. "I fuck 
her!" he said in a heavy Spanish accent. 

"Later, my general. Mr. Kline has other entertainment in store for you," 
Chico explained. 

Glaring, the man jumped off the platform. "It better be good, mucho good." 

Garson Kline appeared in front of the platform, dressed in a long silk robe. 
"I doubt very much you'll be disappointed. Gentlemen, this is Alice." There 
were whistles and catcalls and Alice blushed, knowing how lewd and naked she 
looked. She put her hands in front of her exposed vagina and closed her 
eyes. "I suspect Alice," Garson went on, "I suspect she came here with the 
wrong attitude and I'm going to have to see that she fully understands what 
it expected of her." Garson dropped his voice. "When she leaves this 
platform, I think she'll have a clear idea of the kind of attitude and 
behavior I wish." 

Alice heard a noise and turned to see Diego and Chico lifting a plush red 
chaise lounge onto the stage. It was positioned, then the two of them, Diego 
looking longingly at her body, jumped off the stage. "Alice, you will sit on 
that couch, immediately!" Garson's voice snapped. 

Alice did as she was told, still befuddled and relaxed by the powerful 
hashish and drink. She sat, trying to focus her attention and guess what he 
was going to do. 

She didn't have to wait long. Another girl, clad only in bikini panties and 
bra, mounted the stage and stood with her hands on her hips and smiled at 
alice. "Gentlemen," Kline intoned, "this is Flora. Flora is going to teach 
Alice a few tricks." 

A howl went up from the men around the platform. "A circus!" someone 
shouted. 

"Alice, my dear," Kline called, 'This will be more in the order of a lesson 
than anything else." 

"What?" Alice asked, gripping the sides of the chaise so that her knuckles 
went white. 

"A little diversion..." Kline said..."With Flora." 

Alice swallowed hard. "If you mean what I think ... I thought..." she 
stuttered weakly. "I'm sorry but I-I just can't ... " 

Kline stood up, pulling his robe belt tight around him. For the first time, 
Alice saw he had a riding crop in one hand. He snapped the crop through the 
air and it cracked, causing Alice to jump. "Of course you can." 

"But I didn't think it meant ... " 

A menacing glare transformed Kline's features into an evil mask and Alice 
suddenly felt cold. How could everything crumble like this, how could her 
life change so in one short week? 

"I thought we had made a deal," Kline said in his cold clipped way. "Again, 
I'm disappointed in you!" 

Alice's head began to ache and her chills had turned to trembling as the 
riding crop whistled through the air. 

Flora stood by watching impassively. She found the whole thing amusing. 

Alice lowered her head, and when she raised it again her eyes were 
glistening with tears. She looked at Flora with her mouth open, but no words 
came. Everyone was waiting for her to say something. Her hands trembled 
visibly and her lower lip quivered with apprehension. 

She dared not look at Kline again because she knew it would be too painful. 
Once again, the riding crop whistled through the air, ending with a snap and 
she flinched. What choices did she have? What could she do? She had to do 
what he wished or risk being beaten and raped and surely, she believed 
wholeheartedly, he would expose her, send that terrible film to Tom and then 
she would have nothing. 

"All right," she whispered, her face burning, "What. . . what shall I do?" 
She looked over again at Flora who was standing nonchalantly with her hands 
on her hips. 

Kline smiled thinly. 

"Just relax. Flora will guide you along. All right Flora, go to work on her. 
I want to see you do a good job. Remember, the reward I promised you." 

Flora smiled at Kline wickedly. "Have I ever failed you yet?" she asked. 
Then she moved toward Alice who was seated uneasily on the chaise. The room 
grew still. 

Alice put her hands up as if to protect her helplessly exposed breasts but 
Flora reached and slid the frail straps down off her shoulders and took her 
hands away, causing the nightgown to fall silently around her waist. 

"MMmmmmmmm..." Flora said, "You are big. About like me, only bigger. . . 
see?" She reached behind and snapped her bra so that it fell to the floor 
with an ugly plop, revealing breasts full and round. 

Alice burst into tears. It was hopeless ... she was defenseless before these 
perverted people. She sat there, her entire body quaking and trembling, 
while everyone watched. Without realizing it, her hands had gone to her 
face, leaving a complete view of her nipples and Flora took advantage of 
this by reaching out and tweaking both of them. 

Alice almost jumped out of her skin, stepping quickly backwards and falling 
back on the couch. 

"Come on, come on, Flora," Kline growled. 

Flora forced Alice back further until she was resting all her weight on her 
elbows. "Lie back," Flora said, "I won't hurt you ... How can I? I'm just a 
woman. I haven't got an enormous prick like a man." Straightening up, Flora 
quickly peeled off her panties, jutting out her hips. "See?" she said with a 
wicked smile. 

Kline settled back in his chair. "God," he muttered, thinking they were made 
for fucking ... both of them! 

Alice had a figure like some fantasy creature, perfect in every way ... full 
firm breasts that jutted out above a slender torso and tiny waist. Hips that 
someone must have dreamed up, thighs and legs made for wrapping around a 
man's back. She was magnificent! 

He watched Flora get nimbly to her knees in front of Alice and then 
matter-of-factly parted her legs, revealing the vulnerable young vaginal 
slit that he had seen plundered so many times in the film. His prick and the 
pricks of all the men around him made a jump as he watched the look of 
mortification on Alice's face as Flora pried her legs even further apart 
after Alice had made a weak attempt to close them again. Kline licked his 
thin lips and sat forward. He was really going to enjoy this! 

Alice lay back and was quiet. She felt more than naked, more vulnerable than 
she had ever felt before in her life as the tears streaked down her cheeks. 
She knew that the girl was staring right into her open vagina and that all 
these strange horrible men were watching. 

She cried out in shame and horror as Flora's fingers touched the tender lips 
of her vagina. 

"Ah!" Flora said, "Excited and wet already, aren't you ... it's going to 
feel good, I promise you!" She looked over at Kline, who nodded for her to 
continue. Her fingers began to explore the beginning moist pit of Alice's 
warm pussy, making searing contact with every little cranny of the sensitive 
organ. With an expert touch her thumb smoothed around Alice's clitoris while 
her fingers parted the sparse blonde pubic hair and began to slip teasingly 
into her cunt. 

Alice knew that she was now among the lowest of the low. Her eyes were 
tightly shut as she endured the obscene touches, telling herself that the 
sooner she cooperated, the sooner the whole disgusting thing would be over. 

Flora's fingers were now all the way inside of her, plunging up higher and 
Alice tried to squeeze her thighs together to prevent her from going 
further, but Flora wedged her entire body in between Alice's shapely legs, 
pressing her breasts up against Alice's naked genitals as she did so. 

"She's tight," she called out to a silent room where men were crowding 
around the platform to see better, all of them breathing hard. "Tight, but 
soft and wet, very soft, very wet." Flora said, herself now getting aroused. 

She twisted her fingers around sharply, her nails scraping for an instant 
against the walls of Alice's vagina, teasing at the flesh and Alice bit her 
lips, gasping at the slight pain and greater humiliation. 

Then it happened again, as at the roadhouse, the sheer perversion of what 
was happening to her turned her around inside so that she began to get 
excited. The knowing feminine thumb toying with her clitoris and the steady 
rhythm with which Flora wormed her fingers around inside her aching cunt. . 
. Kline and all those disgusting men crowding around to watch ... what was 
he making of her? A whore! 

Did she love it so much she could do this? Do it and enjoy it? The answer in 
her semi-drugged mind seemed to be yes, as the hand at her pussy began to 
gently twirl about inside her, causing a delicate sensation, quite different 
from anything she had ever felt before. Once more, Alice was back in that 
river, roaring toward the falls only the water was warmer and more pleasant 
somehow. 

All her attention was on Flora's hand and there was something subtle and odd 
about it that made her flesh crawl. Delicious spasms of lust slimbed up her 
spine as, with a shiver of surrender, Alice untensed her legs, involuntarily 
stretching them still wider apart. 

She opened her eyes and Flora was staring right at her, a lewd expression on 
her face and Alice tried to fight against the unmistakable pleasure she was 
feeling. But fighting only made the feeling grow all the more intense and 
her vagina felt like a magnet, attracting Flora's fingers deeper inside. Her 
body seemed parched with longing as she began to squirm about on the red 
couch. 

"It's delicious, isn't it?" Flora asked, looking her straight in the eye. 

Oh God, yes it was delicious, uncommonly delicious, but she could only bring 
herself to moan helplessly and turn her head away, avoiding the conquering 
girl's eyes. 

But this last confrontation, this last look and words only served to 
increase the masochistic excitement and she knew there was no turning back 
now, no more fighting. She was in the rapids and loving it. 

Her hips jerked up and around and she lewdly spread her legs wider, forcing 
Flora's hand deeper into her now hungry, wet pussy. She had to make it go on 
and on! 

"OH OH OH!" she began to scream, writhing about on the couch. "Aaaaaaaaaa 
... ooooooo hhhhhhh aaaaaaaahhhhh!" Alice cried as she filled again at the 
touch of the insistent hand. It was beautiful bliss and she wanted to go on 
and on! 

With a lewd smile at Kline, Flora crouched and the tip of her tongue touched 
Alice's throbbing clitoris, her hand still gently twirling inside her wet 
cunt. "AAAHHHGG!" Alice cried as the tongue licked wet and greedily all 
around her cunt, Flora tilting her head and wedging the tongue in deep into 
her pussy next to her fingers. 

"Now, my general!" Kline cried and with a guttural roar, the fat general 
climbed onto the platform and began madly stripping off his clothes. 

Flora, on a signal from Kline, pulled her head and hand away and climbed on 
top of a panting moaning Alice and their mouths locked together, their 
tongues wildly probing. Flora spread her legs wide and lewdly ground her 
crotch down onto Alice's widespread and willing cunt. 

Uttering a string of Spanish obscenities and urged on by the men around the 
platform, the fat South American general stood naked, holding his huge thick 
prick in his hand, skinning it back and revealing a bulging purplish head. 
He stood for a moment, his beady, lust-filled eyes watching the two women on 
the bed, locked in each other's arms, their legs spread wide and their wet, 
hair-lined vaginas grinding obscenely into each other. He crouched and saw 
their red slits full of moist, glistening wetness as Flora ground her pubic 
hair down into Alice's widespread cunt. 

With a guttural sound, he threw himself on top of Flora,crushing the two 
women below him, his rock-hard cock pounding home into Alice's willing cunt. 
The three of them writhed on the bed as the general's eyes popped out of his 
head as his rampaging prick withdrew and then with a grunt from his lips, 
found its way home into the other girl's willing cunt as she screwed her ass 
up into the air to take all of the brutal shaft while Alice, below her, 
their breasts crushed together, moaned and thrust her hips up to grind her 
lust-maddened cunt against Flora's. 

They fucked on with the men shouting encouragement. Flora was looking 
directly down into Alice's face and their lips suddenly locked together 
again, their tongues twirling as the general alternately plowed into their 
burning apertures, Flora's ass trembled as he fucked her and then brutally 
withdrew in order to stab again into Alice's wildly straining cunt. 

It was a long, long while before the dual fucking was finished and the 
general withdrew and flew exhausted to the floor. 

Alice threw her head back in wild abandon. She was burning with a lust fever 
and she could feel, with a lewd thrill, some of the general's cum dripping 
out of Flora's saturated young pussy and down onto her creamy white thighs. 
Nothing mattered in the world except to go on and on, fucking and performing 
whatever perversion they wished of her. 

Above her, Flora got off and crouching, straddled Alice's face and squatted 
in a sixty-nine position, the two of them throwing their arms around one 
another's waist and burying their faces in each other's cunts, Alice licking 
madly away, sticking her tongue as far as possible up inside Flora's 
slippery hot pussy while Flora behaved like a terror, gulping at Alice's 
cunt which she shoved up with all her might. 

Two more men jumped up on the platform and stripped. One threw his throbbing 
cock into Alice's cunt while Flora watched fascinated as he pounded in and 
out and Alice threw her head back and screamed out in wicked delight. 

Inches above her she saw two hairy balls and a huge erect cock slip, with a 
sucking sound, into Flora's cunt, the soft pink edges of her fuzz-rimmed 
pussy being stretched tight. With an open mouth and glazed eyes, Alice 
watched the long cock fucking in and out as she felt her own legs being 
split wider as a prick drove deep into her. She squirmed with delight as she 
felt the onrush of her own orgasm. 

Her mind exploded as she watched the cock pull' out of Flora's cunt dripping 
wet and glistening and plunge down deep in her own mouth. Willingly, 
hungrily, she took it and sucked as she felt her own orgasm threaten to rend 
her in two with its intensity. 

It didn't seem to stop for hours as she went on and on cumming with man 
after man climbing up onto the platform and fucking her and Flora. It didn't 
stop until Alice lost consciousness and fell headlong from the couch. 

Garson Kline watched in his chair, his cock aching. He wanted Alice and he 
would have her and when he did, she would, in front of everyone, beg him to 
do something to her. He smiled, thinking he would do just that. And with a 
vengeance she would never forget. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

When Alice awoke, it was to find herself flung across the bed in her 
assigned room. She was naked except for the tattered remains of her 
stockings and garter belt. Her body was covered with welts and bruises and 
every muscle she had ached. 

There are times when people become so miserable they find a strange sense of 
release. So it was with Alice. She lay motionless, blinking up at the 
ceiling, thinking: there's nothing else they can do to me. I am a whore and 
a pervert and there's nothing to be afraid of anymore. 

She surprised herself with her strange calmness and sense of indifference. 
She didn't care what time it was or even what day it was. She didn't even 
care about getting the film back any longer. It all now seemed like such a 
silly desire and thought. 

Her mind went back over all that had happened on the black velvet platform 
and she could no longer cry or be horrified by it. She made up her mind to 
get dressed, to find Garson and tell him to keep the film, that she was 
going to leave no matter what he said or did to her. 

But she couldn't move. She was too exhausted and she closed her swollen eyes 
and sunk back into deep sleep. 

Something or someone was shaking her. She opened her eyes to see Garson 
Kline standing over her. A reflex action made her reach for covers only to 
find that someone, at some time, had put her in the bed. "Good evening, my 
dear," Kline said, smiling, his voice having a mocking tone. 

Listlessly, Alice stared up at him then her heart gave a leap. Kline was 
carrying what looked like, what Alice couldn't quite believe, but what could 
possibly be a can of film! Kline smiled down at her. "You've been asleep for 
better than twelve hours." 

Alice couldn't take her eyes from the pie-shaped can in his hand. 

"Even though it's evening, I've taken the liberty of ordering you a 
breakfast." Garson chuckled in a relaxed and friendly way. "You must be 
starved and I want you to have your strength for the long drive back. By the 
way, it was stupid of me not to ask, but can you drive?" 

Dumbly, Alice nodded. 

"Good, because there's a little present for you outside. A sports car. I 
hope you'll like it." Kline sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the 
covers. "And now, what you want so much, I keep my word. Here is the film I 
promised you." 

"You mean...? " Alice was too overcome to believe what she was hearing. 

Garson placed the can on top of the covers. "It's all yours. You're free to 
go any time you wish. Right now, if it suits your imagine." 

Alice sat up in bed, holding a sheet up that only accentuated the loveliness 
of her huge quivering breasts with their pointed nipples. "I can leave? 
You're not going to stop me?" 

Garson smiled and shook his head. "I told you I'd give you the film back and 
I did. I told you I could be generous and, in all modesty, I think I am. Is 
there anything else you want? If so, all you have to do is ask." 

"No!" Alice said, leaping out of bed, forgetting her nudity in her 
excitement, and racing to the closet where she quickly started putting on 
her clothes while Garson sat on the bed and watched, laughing in a paternal 
way. 

He didn't say a word as he watched Alice who was wreathed in smiles ans 
sighing relief as she dressed hastily, stuffing her underwear in her purse 
and wiggling into her shoes as she stumbled across the room and picked up 
the can. "The key is in the car," he said as she made for the door. He 
waited, with coldblooded timing, until her hands was on the doorknob before 
he said, "There is just one little matter I think we should clear up before 
you leave." 

Alice felt her body turn to ice. She turned to look at him, a sudden shudder 
of fear crossing over her. It had been all too easy and she knew now, 
without a shadow of a doubt, that she was not going to escape his evil 
clutches as simply as he had just let her to believe. 

"W-What are you talking about," she stuttered with bated breath. 

Garson looked at her, a cold impersonal grin lining his twisted lips. 

"There is one more reel of the film, my dear, and that too must be paid for 
before you are really finished. " 

"B-But I've done all you asked and you promised I could have them all back 
when I was finished!" She groaned, knowing that her pleas would not matter 
to him, in fact, they would merely excite him that much more. 

"Yes, my dear," he grinned again but more lewdly this time. "I promised you 
could have them back when you were finished. But. . . you are not finished. 
There is one last request I must make of you and that is that you must 
entertain my best and most lucrative customer." 

"But-but you promised. I can't do it again. I just can't go through it again 
and you must be insane to try and make me!" 

"If insanity can be defined as not being able to cope with the reality 
around you, I'd say you're the one who is insane," Garson said with a smirk. 

Alice was speechless and unable to resist as Garson took her by the arm and 
led her to the bar. He poured her a whiskey and soda and added ice, setting 
the glass in front of her. "You're going to need this more for the coming 
evening and Juarez. You know what his name means, don't you?" 

Alice nodded mutely. 

Garson strolled toward the door. "There's still plenty of hashish and, after 
tonight, you'll have your final can of film and your freedom." 

He opened the door and stepped out, calling back. "You enjoyed last night. 
Think about what's in store for you tonight." 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

There was nothing for Alice to do but prepare for the coming night. She 
greedily ate the breakfast that was brought by a smirking Diego, lacing her 
coffee with scotch and finally sitting drinking smoking two hashish 
cigarettes in a row. 

Finally, she found herself getting dressed in her sluttish costume as if she 
were in slow-motion underwater. Dreamily, she looked at her voluptuous body 
in the mirror and her thoughts went back over the preceding night. She had 
lost count of how many times she had been fucked and didn't even know the 
names or even see the faces of all the men whose rigid cocks she had sucked 
to orgasm. 

She sat at the bar in a daze, her will broken, sipping on scotch and feeling 
the insidious hashish fogging her mind and morals. Soon; they would come for 
her and she would follow and let them do whatever it was they wanted with 
her. Nothing mattered anymore. She would humiliate and debase herself in any 
way or manner Garson Kline wanted. He was her complete master and there was 
no way she could fight him. She sat thinking of Molly and knew, now, how she 
felt when she had talked about him. It was as if he read your thoughts 
before you yourself ever thought them. He knew, better than Alice did 
herself, just what she was like. 

She knew, that in a relatively short time, with the aid of the moral-killing 
hashish and the numbing alcohol, she would gleefully be doing obscene and 
lewd things. Again, the thought of such masochistic debasement and 
humiliation turned around in her and she felt a lewd and lubricious thrill 
course through her body and she wiggled her naked buttocks down on the bar 
stool, feeling her now well-used pussy getting moist and the lips of her 
vagina beginning to swell in excitement. 

When Diego and Chico came for her, she was relaxed as Chico grabbed her by 
the jiair and pulled her head back and stuck his tongue in her open wet 
mouth. She spread her legs wide as she felt Diego's fingers probe at her 
ravaged cunt and saw in and out, exciting her all the more. But it was only 
a momentary tease. They led her to the door and willing, she followed them 
down the hall as they helped her along, for the alcohol and drug were taking 
their full effect. She grinned lewdly as they led her to the platform and 
the voices of men around her shouted crude and obscene things. 

Without anyone telling her what to do, she sprawled on the couch and spread 
her legs wide, her fingers slipping down and massaging her warm, yielding 
pussy, spreading the lips wide with thumb and forefinger so that all could 
see the pink wetness of her cunt nestled teasingly in the soft blonde pubic 
hair. Spreading it further as men shouted obscene encouragement, thinking 
that if they wanted a whore, a real whore, she would give it to them! 

Lifting her knees and spreading her legs still further, the straps from her 
garter belt digging invitingly into the soft milky white flesh of her thighs 
and full, rounded buttocks, she reached with both hands and spread the wet 
entrance to her pussy still further, revealing the soft pulpy depths of her 
cunt a deep and lewd red. 

As men crowded around the platform, she gyrated her hips and licked the lips 
of her mouth which was open and wanton. Diego was standing over her, 
grinning down with heavy lidded eyes. He was naked and his rock-hard prick 
stood erect in his hand. 

Eagerly, she leaned up and took it in her mouth, delighting in its hot taste 
and sucking for dear life and again spreading her legs as she felt Diego put 
his tongue there, teasingly licking the edges of her inflamed cunt. 

She sucked, slow at first, gradually increasing the tempo until her head was 
bobbing fast, Diego with his head thrown back, his hands holding two 
fistfuls of Alice's hair as he helped her, pulling her head tight into his 
groin as he thrust his hips forward. 

Chico crouched by the side of the couch, pulling Alice's wiggling hips to 
the edge and thrusting his hot prick home into the depths of her hot and 
pulpy cunt. 

Eagerly, she wrapped her legs around his back and pulled his cock deeper 
into her open vagina, her hips wiggling and thrusting up. The two men became 
inflamed, grunting obscenities which only served to spur Alice on, thrilling 
her and sending warnings of a giant orgasm to come. 

Diego screamed, "AAAaaaaaaggggggh!" and pumped spurts of hot semen into her 
mouth, forcing her cheeks to bulge and Alice swallowed the cum, struggling 
for air then gasping, panting, panting, as Diego withdrew his flagging cock 
slowly with rubbery strands of his cum sticking to her lips and Alice making 
a pleading sound, pulling his cock back to hungrily lick a tiny remaining 
droplet of cum off the tip of his cock. 

Then she lay with her arms flung out, her breasts juggling obscenely as 
Chico fucked her with all his might. 

A low rumbling laugh filled the room and a booming voice said, "I think it's 
time I had this hot little Blondie Gringa!" 

Alice opened her eyes to see the biggest man she had ever seen lumbering up 
on the platform. Chico stopped fucking her and kneeled on the floor and the 
three of them; Diego, Chico, and Alice, looked up in awe at the huge round 
face that grinned down at them, the strong even teeth seeming pearly white 
against coal black skin. 

This, Alice told herself, all her breath, leaving her, was Juarez! A huge 
Negro well over six feet and close to two hundred and seventy pounds of 
muscle. 

Again, he laughed, speaking in a deep rich bass voice. "Now a real man is 
gonna fuck you!" 

Alice screamed in real fear when she saw the size of his prick. It was huge, 
the biggest thing she had ever seen! It was at least ten inches long and a 
good two inches thick and it seemed to be swelling in size even as she 
watched it! 

Her whole body trembling, she struggled to get up but Diego and Chico seized 
her and forced her down on the bed, Juarez booming above her screams, 
"Spread those pretty legs so I can get this cannon cracker in there." 

Obediently, Chico and Diego seized her ankles and mercilessly tore her legs 
wide apart with Alice bucking and twisting in helpless terror, her cunt wet 
and spread wide. 

She closed her eyes and moaned as the huge man, all muscle, bent over her 
and the thick huge head of his cock touched the edge of her cunt and rubbed 
up and down. "Hold her still!" Juarez roared, "This is going to be a tight 
one!" 

Alice's body was covered in sweat and her eyes were starting to bulge out of 
her head as she felt the huge head, like some ancient and cruel battering 
ram, force the edges of her cunt aside, stretching her vaginal lips wider 
and ever wider until she felt she would scream from the pain. 

Above her, Juarez roared with laughter again. "It only hurt a little while, 
Blondie girl, then you beg for more!" Using his immense strength 
effortlessly, he thrust his throbbing cock in a little further and Alice 
screamed again, feeling her cunt would split in two, feeling she would be 
ruined for life. Another half inch and his gigantic head was half in and 
Diego and Chico could see Alice's cunt was split to its limits, looking like 
a tight pink rubber band stretched around the rim of the huge black 
horse-cock. 

Grinning again, Juarez pushed another half inch and the head of his cock 
disappeared into her cunt, mushrooming inside and stretching the walls of 
her tight vaginal passage until they were nothing but thin membranes. Alice 
screamed, "NO! YOUR KILLING ME!" 

Diego and Chico spread her legs wider and Juarez rested his great weight on 
his elbows and shoved further, the great cock disappearing a little further 
into her white flesh like some huge, crawling monster squeezing into a cave. 
Alice screamed and tears, real tears of stark fear and pain scalded her 
cheeks, "NO, PLEASE!" she screamed at the top of her voice, "YOU'RE KILLING 
ME! I'LL DO ANYTHING BUT NOT THIS!" 

For an answer, the grinning Juarez withdrew the massive prick an inch and 
slid it back in again. The room was utterly silent except for Alice's 
protracted screams and pleadings and men pressed against the platform and 
watched with aching cocks as Juarez's monstrous cock began slowly pumping in 
and out of Alice's straining cunt. They watched, saying nothing, not moving, 
just feeling their own pricks growing hard and watching in silent 
fascination as the black cock slowly withdrew, seeming to come out forever, 
curling back the taut red lips of Alice's cunt and then beginning to plunge 
in again, going on and on, always, each time, going a little deeper, curling 
back the tensed edges of her cunt, pulling little frayed edges of her pubic 
hair in with each giant thrust. 

The pain was too great for Alice to bear, too intense to allow her to faint. 
It seemed her whole stomach was being filled with this thundering cock, that 
it was reaching up and banging against her cervix and sending stars to dance 
before her straining eyes as Juarez continued to thrust home, gradually 
increasing his tempo and buffeting the helpless Alice's naked body under him 
like some leaf in a storm. She was drenched in sweat now and as Juarez 
withdrew each time to thrust home, he literally lifted her trembling ass off 
the couch, her breasts quivering jiggling obscenely. Above her, Juarez 
roared laughter again and took her white body in his thick black arms. "Hold 
on Blondie girl, here it comes!" 

Diego and Chico let go as he thrust his thick black cock home to the hilt, 
his huge dangling testicles smashing hard into the soft yielding crevice of 
her buttocks and Alice screamed against the pain and it seemed he filled her 
beyond belief. She was all cock now as Juarez began hammering home with an 
effortless abandon and she was buffeted about. She was one gigantic prick 
inside and she went past the pain and mewled an animal sound and wiggled as 
much as she could against his great strength. Above her, Juarez laughed 
triumphantly. 

Chico nudged Diego. "Look at that. He's going to fuck her to death and she's 
loving it!" 

"Yeah, she's all cunt now. Fuck her, give it to her all the way!" he chanted 
at the great black man fucking into the naked young girl's body. 

All the men, except for Garson, shouted encouragement as Alice went on 
making a weird animal sound. She did love it! "Fuck me!" she hissed, "Give 
it to me, fuck me with all you've got!" she grunted in a low voice. 

Juarez began fucking her all out, with every ounce of his incredible 
strength and Alice felt herself being crushed and battered to putty, feeling 
an orgasm coming on like the end of the world. It seemed so huge it would 
surely kill her and she fought against its coming, the cords in her neck 
standing out, straining with all her might. 

But fighting against it only made it more intense and she screamed for two 
full minutes until all breath was out of her lungs and her eyes rolled back 
in her head and showed only white and she lay helpless twitching on and on, 
convulsed in a mighty endless orgasm as Juarez fucked on, impaling her on 
his great cock like a piece of limp, helpless meat skewered on a spit, 
battering and buffeting her body around on the couch while her mouth lolled 
open and she moaned in the delight and ecstasy of an endless orgasm. 

She caught her breath and her body stiffened as, with a mighty bellow, 
Juarez roared his thick hot cum into her ravaged cunt, bringing her orgasm 
to a more intense peak, filling her stomach until semen pumped out of her 
tight pussy and ran, like a river, down the tight tensed crevice of her 
wildly clenching buttocks. 

Finally, the two of them lay still, breathing hard, Juarez grinning down at 
her sweat drenched face and saying, "You are one hell of a woman, I tell 
you!" 

Slowly, endlessly, Alice whimpering, Juarez withdrew his great prick, the 
huge mushroom head coming out with a lewd sucking sound. 

Alice lay sprawled half-conscious, her body aching and tingling. Never had 
she been fucked like that! Above her, Juarez patted her cheek with one huge 
paw and stood up, staggering back and picking up his clothes. "That was 
good!" he roared. "Pretty soon, some more. Now, I want rum! Give Juarez some 
good rum!" he bellowed, jumping off the platform and disappearing from 
Alice's sight. 

Alice looked up to see Garson Kline standing over her. It was the first time 
she had ever seen him naked and his evil face seemed to be all bone as he 
looked at her with narrow glinting eyes. "Now, Alice, what I've been waiting 
for." He cackled a dry evil laugh. "My pleasure. I've been watching you be 
humiliated beyond all you've ever known and loving it. You did love it, 
didn't you? Answer me!" He stood above her his fists clenched. 

"Yes," Alice breathed. 

"Say it, say you loved it," Garson muttered in a low threatening voice. 

"I did, I loved it, I loved it!" Alice said and knew it was horribly true. 
She had loved every minute of it! Nothing mattered any longer but the lewd 
obscene thrill of doing anything asked of her. She had no personality, she 
was nothing but a giant cunt that wanted fucking from anyone and everyone. 

"You will do exactly what I say," Garson ordered. 

"Yes," Alice answered in a hypnotized voice. 

"Roll over on your stomach." 

Instantly, Alice did as she was told. The room grew silent again. The 
silence seemed interminable before Garson said, "Spread your legs wide." 

Alice did as she was told and lay waiting. 

"Now," Garson went on, his voice shaking with lust, "Ask me to fuck you in 
the ass." 

Alice's lower lip trembled. She should have guessed. This was the final 
humiliation, the only thing that hadn't been done to her and Garson had 
saved for himself. "Fuck me in the ass," she whispered. 

"Louder!" he commanded. 

"Fuck me in the ass!" she said, squeezing her eyes shut. 

"Beg me!" 

"Fuck me, fuck it, please fuck me in the ass!" she said, feeling an obscene 
thrill, knowing everyone was watching. She got halfway to her knees and 
spread her legs as wide as possible and wiggled her buttocks salaciously, 
rotating it around in lewd abandon. "Please, fuck me in the ass!" she 
screamed. 

Making a cruel laughing sound in his throat, Garson ran a finger over her 
tight puckered anus then plunged it in, making a slight popping sound with 
Alice screaming in sudden surprise. Then, with real, abject cruelty, he 
wormed and twisted the finger around deep in the soft yielding depths of her 
rectum, talking all the time, more to himself than anyone. "Ah, how do you 
like that? Just a sample of what I'm going to give her. Been waiting a long 
time for this and you're going to beg for it, hear me, beg!" 

"Please!" Alice screamed, "Fuck it, fuck it now!" 

"Very well," Kline growled and kneeled over her, his prick pressing against 
her anus, his finger coming out with a lewd popping sound. 

Garson's prick was nowhere near the size of Juarez's, but even so it was far 
too big for her tiny, unstretched anus and it hurt beyond belief as he 
shoved it in, his hands on her hips and holding her helpless. Panting now, 
he thrust it home without regard for his brutality, saying, "This is so 
tight I don't know if she can take it." 

Alice was on her knees, her head on the couch and her huge breasts jiggling 
and ballooning out on the couch as Garson began fucking her with a 
vengeance, sawing rapidly in and out with Alice screaming then panting for 
breath and screaming again as the men stood silent around the platform, 
their cocks rising again, each one of them eager to get at her. Garson's 
face was a twisted mask of evil and depravity as he fucked her savagely, 
feeling her responding once again. 

He bucked and smashed down with all his might, his orgasm coming prematurely 
out of lewd delight, Kline yelling and roaring as he pumped his cum deep 
into the defenseless cavern of her ass and below him, her face twitching out 
of control, her lips contorted, the helpless, completely subjugated Garson 
came again and again... 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

She awoke once again in her room, naked, on the bed. Her body ached worse 
than ever and her whole loin area burned horribly. She lay moaning, her eyes 
closed. 

After Kline had finished with her, it had turned into a nightmare of men and 
cocks, man after man getting on her and fucking her until she had again lost 
consciousness. 

She dragged herself from the bed and staggered to the bathroom. Outside, 
down the hall, she could hear shouts, loud voices out in the room by the 
platform and she thought they would soon be coming for her again. 

Desperately, she searched the medicine cabinet and the drawer for some 
poison to take, some sleeping pills or a razor to slit her wrists or a nail 
file; something, anything with which she could take her life rather than go 
out there again. Kline was a madman and would never let her go until he was 
bored with her and by that time she would be worthless even to herself. 

The voices grew louder and Alice ran water in the tub, determined to try and 
drown herself. 

The door to her room flew open and banged against the wall and Alice looked 
and screamed and tried to close the bathroom door. 

For such a big man, Juarez was quicker than a cat. He bounded across the 
room and held the door open with one hand, looking down at her with an angry 
face. 

The world went around, tipped sickeningly and Alice fell into his arms in a 
dead faint. 

When she awoke, she was lying on the bed and Juarez and several strange men 
were standing around the bed. Alice began to softly whimper then stopped, 
dumbfounded. Molly was standing next to Juarez and she was smiling! "Hi ya, 
kid. The marines to the rescue." 

Grinning, Juarez put one great arm around Molly's shoulders and spoke to 
Alice, his voice low and rumbling yet soft. "Please accept my apologies, 
little one. I did not know you were here against your will. This good 
red-haired gringa I meet later and we have a little fun and then we rest and 
lay together and she tell me the true story." 

Juarez's eyes flashed. "I saw what that pig Kline did and then I find out it 
is all against your will. That is not right. I am not too fond of that pig 
anyway since he sold me guns that would not work. So, I decide to teach him 
a lesson with fists and he begins to understand and opens his safe where I 
get my government's money back and also find much film." He laughed, "Mucho 
film." 

Molly laughed and bent forward, "Honey, we're getting out of here. I've got 
all the film, yours and mine and, also," she added with a laugh, looking at 
Juarez, "some good footage of old Garson Kline himself in action. It's 
insurance against the day he should get some ideas." 

Juarez beamed down, "One look at that and the authorities would deport that 
scum. Come, Blondie girl, you are free." 

Molly helped Alice dress while Juarez and his men waited out in the hall. As 
a group, they walked through the house, through the room with the platform 
where Garson lay half-conscious, cowering and whimpering when he saw Juarez, 
trying to pleas through puffy lips and swollen blackened eyes. Diego and 
Chico, lying beside him, didn't look much better. 

Outside, Alice inhaled lungfuls of clean dry desert air, looking up at the 
grinning face of Juarez. "I'm so grateful to you. How can I thank you?" 

Juarez beamed down. "By being like me. Have the courage to believe in 
yourself. And, when your husband comes back from the war, do me the kindness 
of being my guests in my country. It is a beautiful place now that I have 
guns that will work against the communists." 

Alice laughed delightedly. "You know, we just might take you up on that." 

Hugging Molly, they walked to the car and got in, driving back to Las Vegas 
with Alice waving out the window until even the massive figure of Juarez was 
nothing more than a black dot in the middle of a sun-baked desert. 

Alice looked at the cans of film in the back seat and heaved a grateful sigh 
and sat back, her eyes closed, a smile on her lips. 

"What are you thinking?" Molly asked. 

"I'm thinking when Tom gets home, he's going to have a mighty loving woman 
on his hands," and added with a mischievous grin on her lips, "I just hope 
he can stand up under the strain." 

Molly smiled and nodded, thinking silently to herself: Perhaps the 
philosophers are right; In all things that happen, some good can be 
found.... 


THE END
