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Lap Lessons

by Paula Cash



Chapter 1

The girl stood straight as an arrow and trembling before the
Personnel Director of the large corporation in his luxurious
private office. Slowly he unbuttoned her blouse while her soft,
weak mouth quivered, and tears formed in her eyes.
"I didn't expect this," she quavered.
He threw her blouse back over smooth, young shoulders.
"What did you expect? This is New York, not the middle of
Iowa. A dozen girls want this job in Personnel. Some are better
looking than you."
He didn't tell her that none exuded the sexuality of this
girl. She was good-looking enough, but there was something
extremely vulnerable about her, her soft skin, the way her clothes
clung to her rounded body, the haunted apprehensive look in her
eyes as if she expected strong male hands to seize her any moment.
Her stance, her walk, her awareness of her silken, feminine body
told the world she was a creature of rare sexuality and knew it.
She probably hated it, but there it was.
Sydney Martin ran his hands down the slope of her nude back,
the sweep only broken by her thin bra strap. He ran his hands up
the front of her torso, smooth, velvety, warm. He had to catch his
breath. She was as luscious as hot maple syrup from his native
Vermont.
The girl looked white-faced, almost sick.
"I don't think I want a job where I have to do ... things like
this," she wailed.
"Then you can't have the job," he said shortly. He stepped
back, still breathing heavily.
It was the same old problem for him. Sydney Martin couldn't
get laid in a whore house, people said. He was a high-powered
executive, but lacked the personal touch with women. Worse, his
wife had left him a few days before and he was high with a
throbbing need for sex.
The girl fumbled ineffectually with her opened blouse.
"Can't we talk ... figure out something, please?"
She needed this job desperately. She'd been harassed and
eventually fucked, or fought off attempts, in her last three jobs.
She just wasn't up to coping with New York wolves. Coming from a
small town in Pennsylvania, where everything was staid and proper,
she was much too soft, slow, desirous to please.
"I just want you to be a little friendly!" cried Sydney in
agony.
"If you didn't ... didn't want too much ..." she ventured.
He wanted it all. Everybody in the whole frigging corporation
was getting it all. The other executives were laying secretaries,
chasing girl accountants, and fucking the brains out of the
messenger girls in the huge Domino Corporation skysc****r. Reports
filtered into Personnel from the fourth to the eightieth floor of
sex activities. Rumors, whispers, and even outright complaints,
mostly from the girls, inundated his office. And he, Sydney
Martin, couldn't make it.
Today was the last straw. A glorious vision of femininity had
appeared in the board room to instruct the top men of Domino on the
use of their new computer. At the morning lecture Sydney had gone
almost out of his mind, sitting there and staring at the young
woman sent by the computer company. She wore some kind of a silver
jumpsuit that encased a body of fabulous proportions. Her platinum
blonde hair, green eyes and beautiful face transfixed the whole
room. The other men were entranced. Sydney Martin was crazed.
Leaving that lecture, he swore to himself he was going to get some
of the rich sex floating around Domino or be thrown in jail. Then
late in the afternoon this girl, Leaf, with her good looks and
obvious sexuality, showed up for an interview.
Obviously he could never make it with a hotshot like the
computer girl in the silver jumpsuit, but Leaf was a different
matter.
This time he wasn't going to be put off. He stepped up to
Leaf and undid her bra. She stood there trembling with her eyes
closed. He thrilled with his triumph. Once again he caressed her
soft flesh and this time undid her bra. His cock became hard as he
pulled the bra aside. The k** was not going to scream or fight him
or run out of the office. It was a shame to use his power like
this, but HE HAD TO HAVE GIRL MEAT!
"JUST A L-LITTLE LOVING," he mumbled. "WE DON'T HAVE TO TEAR
UP THE CARPETS. AHHHHH."
He ran his hands up the smooth torso and cupped the first
naked breasts he'd touched that didn't belong to his wife. Fiery
rushes of pleasure seized him. Leaf's breasts were good ... nothing
like those marvels of the computer girl ... but meaty, well-shaped
and sexy. She gasped as those hot hands sought her ivory lovelies.
Mr. Martin didn't know it, but she couldn't resist when she was
fondled by men. Once they started to stroke her, it was as if her
body no longer belonged to her. Already his blunt attack on her
tits made her cunt swell and flow. She was afraid he would screw
her right in his office, right at his desk, and she didn't even
have the job yet.
"MR. MARTIN ... I ... I CAN'T ALLOW THIS. OH, OH," she sighed.
"You've got to," he snarled, covering his own fear and shock
at his own boldness.
Oh, her young tits did feel good! The firm, hot flesh burned
into his palms. He began to kiss her around the neck and throat.
"YOU HAVEN'T ... EVEN HIRED ME!" she gasped.
"Oh, you'll get the job ..."
He dug his mouth on her sensuous mouth, forcing his tongue
inside against her futile resistance. They sucked together in the
grasp of erotic contact. He scoured her mouth with his tongue,
sucking her hot saliva. Her heart pounded. It felt like her
breasts were swelling to those hot, kneading hands. He was going
to conquer her, take her and use her, she knew, and she moaned her
despair. She hated men, and yet her luscious body set them on fire
and made them use her against her will. His hands crept down to
her buttocks as he forced her unwilling belly to rub his steely
erection in his pants. The feel of his pulsating cock made her
become wet between her legs. Her slippery little cunt was going to
get thoroughly jazzed again. If only she could stop him ...
"I'M GOING TO FUCK YOU," he told her, his voice thick with
torrid sex desire. It was magnificent to sex up this crazy little
piece after the long dry spell. For the first time in weeks he
felt magnificent.
Her eyes looked a little dazed now, and her mouth was wet on
the outside from his saliva, looking fussed and hard-kissed. The
vein in her throat throbbed in sexual excitement.
"NO, NO I DON'T WANT ..." she begged, trying to struggle.
Her weak resistance heaped flames on his hot male fires. He
bent her torso back and began to eat her nipples, sucking the hard
tips into his mouth, crushing them with his tongue, ingesting
smooth breast flesh into his mouth. He felt her quiver in hot
response.
"OH, MY BREASTS. I ... YOU ... AHHHH," she sighed.
Her taut young belly began to ride on his cock in spite of her
protests. She was the most fuckable girl he'd ever touched and it
was going to be a wild, hot time reaming out her helpless cunt.
She moaned now, her protests swinging toward desire. The little
bitch was heated up. He'd hire her all right ... and fuck her every
day!
There were obscene sounds in the staid, dignified office of
his mouth sucking her breasts, the sexy sound of her moans and his
soft gasps of pleasure. He dug his hands into her firm buttocks,
thrilling. She had ass, she had cunt, and she had tits. She was a
luscious little whore who didn't understand her trade, his
discovery and his conquest. Maybe he'd even take her home tonight
and ream her all night long. After months of wife trouble and
celibacy, Sydney had struck paydirt.
His hotline rang, the red telephone from the president's
office. At that it flashed three times and she had to tell him ...
"You ... your red phone ... there's a flashing light."
Reluctantly he released the girl.
"Get your ass up here, Martin. You're late."
"Up where ... sir?" He was still dizzy with the sex.
"The computer lecture, you dumb bell. You've got a big stake
in our new computer. I'm paying a fortune to have this woman
expert lecture you men twice a day so we can use it."
Sydney had completely forgotten about the evening lecture.
"Oh, yes, sir. I ... I ... just have a few more minutes work
here ..."
"NOW, SYD, GODDAMIT! THE LECTURE'S STARTED. I want your ass
up here in sixty seconds."
The old man was like that. He rode you hard. Sydney almost
died. He looked at the girl. She was already struggling to put
her bra back on.
"You wait for me, honey, right here in my office," he told
her. "The president wants me for an hour. I'll be back."
"I don't want the job, Mr. Martin. Forget it," said Leaf.
The interruption had allowed her to regain control of her sexed-up
body. She went swiftly to the door. "Thanks ... thanks for the
interview ..."
She was going, leaving Sydney aching in frustration and sunk
into despair. The one good shot at sex he was likely to have.
He'd never interviewed a girl who was so available, even if she
didn't know it.
"Wait! Come back ..." he begged.
"No, noo ..." Her voice faded as she plunged out of his office,
still dressing. Well, that didn't matter, everyone was gone for
the day. But he was fucked, screwed, shot down in flames. As
usual, Sydney Martin had been cheated out of sex, even when his
cock was practically in the girl's cunt. He wanted to weep, but
instead cursed viciously as he went up to the board room and the
computer lecture ...
Once in the boardroom with the other executives, Sydney found
that his punishment was severe. It was not at the hands of the Old
Man, who merely glared at him. It was in having to sit right up
front, the only vacant chair left, a few feet away from the most
luscious female he'd ever seen in New York. His nervous system was
high with erotic desire. His cock had softened only slightly on
the ride up the elevator. Now it came back to full erection as he
sat only a few feet away from the computer tutor in the silver
jumpsuit. He groaned silently as he grabbed papers to cover the
bump in his pants and tried to keep his eyes off the fantastic sex
package in front of him.
It was no use. Crystal Locke, the computer expert, had
certainly been built for other purposes than discussing brain
machines. She had long, platinum blonde hair. She had a long,
elegant body with a symphony of curves. Her skin had a delicate
ivory translucence. Her well-shaped face belonged in a fashion
magazine, with a high forehead, entrancing cheek hollows, luminous
green eyes, clear and direct, a small nose and a curving mouth that
magnetized his lips with frenzied desire to kiss her.
Her jumpsuit looked like satin, although it was actually a
crepe de chine, which was more form-fitting while just as glossy.
The blouse opened in a deep V that went almost to her waist. Her
breasts were near-melon size, exquisitely full ... and fully half of
each one tried to burst out of the V neck. Only a slim half bra
protected the underside of those incredible globes and her nipples.
As she moved, it looked like one of her pink nipples was going to
jump into full view as her twins jiggled in the fervor of her
lecture. All the men in the room kept watching those elegant
beauties.
The cloth of that svelte suit pressed a flat belly and
graceful thighs, and suggested that her unclad figure was a heart-
stopper for any male.
Sydney's eyes fixed on her nubile, moving body, and especially
on her breasts. Her words, emerging in smooth, syrupy tones, went
inside his head and dropped to oblivion.
"Magnetic core memory ... five bit words ... input-output
hardware ... intermediate retrieval ... nanosecond access ... VTR visual
displays ... hi-speed paper tapes ... logic ladders ... near-infinite
storage ... unitized components for fast repair ... self-correcting
trouble scans ..."
The Domino Corporation had tired of its older computers and
the high costs of buying out computer services. This time it had
gone all the way and bought one of the newest and best computers in
the world ... the Avery-Cascade 1100. It had taken months to install
and now it had a whole floor of its own in the Domino skysc****r.
Now it was time for the various department heads to put it to work,
and Crystal Locke was there telling them what it could do.
It seemed to Sydney Martin it could do everything in the
world ... except relieve his aching hard-on. The gorgeous female
could do that, but he knew that a fantastic woman of quality like
Crystal was far beyond his reach. She wore a ring and was probably
married to a brain surgeon or a young, hotshot Wall Street
millionaire. And he had to sit there three feet from her, hard as
a rock, and suffer.
Now he deeply regretted his dalliance with Leaf in his office.
She'd left him so high and hot that he couldn't take in a word of
the lecture while his erotic desires were teased unmercifully.
Sydney became aware that he was not the only one entranced
more by the girl than the lecture. As she moved between the
blackboard, her notes on the desk and her demonstration miniature
of the A-C 1100, every eye among the seven men in the room fixed on
her bosom. Even the Old Man burned his gimlet eyes on that
succulent white flesh. Her movements were vigorous, and at some
point one or both of her nipples HAD to pop out of her half bra!
"Did you have a question, sir?" came that smooth voice.
Crystal stepped forward and leaned over. Those fabulous
breasts seemed to come right up to Sydney's face as he sat out in
front of the others. He felt dizzy and his cock stretched even
harder in his pants. Reluctantly he tore his eyes away from the
firm globes and found himself staring into bright green eyes so big
he felt he would tip forward and fall into them forever. Then her
eyes lowered and he knew she saw his hard-on in his pants, his
covering papers having shifted. He blushed a fiery red.
"MARTIN, THE LADY ASKED YOU A QUESTION!" thundered the
president.
"Those breasts ... so white and ..." Sydney rattled out in a loud
voice ... startled from his reverie. Then, as the room rocked with
shocked laughter, he tried to correct himself. "I mean the rest of
the white area ... up there ..." It was no use. Everyone in the room
knew where his mind had actually been.
Crystal laughed good-naturedly with the rest of the
executives.
"I think I've thrown enough detail at you gentlemen for one
day," she said easily. "The 1100 will automate your payroll,
personnel records, inventories, billings, collections, technical
data, reports from the field, and just about anything else you want
to dump into its incredible memory. Fast access output hardware
brings the information to your desks instantaneously, and ..." she
smiled at the president ... "you may even have enough computer time
left over to sell to outside companies and reduce the cost of
buying it. Gentlemen, I thank you."
She made a slight bow and at that moment the golden accident
occurred. Her left breast jiggled and her big, pink nipple popped
right out of the half bra into plain view. An electric shock
surged through the men. For two precious seconds they were able to
gaze at the bold, pink glory of her femininity. It was Crystal
Locke's turn to blush, look confused, and quickly ease her sexy
pink tip back into its tight case. An enormous sigh went around
the room. What they'd waited for all during the lecture had
finally happened!
Sydney Martin got out of the room as fast as he could. He'd
managed to stay hard all the time he'd been there, and he badly
wanted to end the agony. Behind him, the men clustered about the
white-haired young woman, and he guessed that she'd get more than
one direct or indirect invitation to drinks and dinner. Not every
man in Domino had a sex thing going, but sometimes it seemed like
it. The president himself, so it was rumored ... oh, the hell with
it.
Back in his lonely office, Sydney crumpled behind his desk and
put his head into his arms. The other girl was gone, of course,
long gone. It served him right for being so rough on the poor k**.
His only defense was his gnawing need for se ... xbut it was adequate
punishment to have had to sit in front of the silken Crystal and
suffer. There was nothing ahead of him for tonight, or any other
night, except a plastic dinner at a fast food place and an empty
evening in his big apartment, with his wife and k**s gone.
Oh, sure, there were plenty of prostitutes in New York, but
that kind of love had never appealed to him.
There was a soft knock on his door.
"Come in," said Sydney without curiosity. It was late. One
of the cleaning women was due.
The door opened ... and Crystal Locke came in ... alone. She
carried a small briefcase in one hand. Sydney stared at her in
surprise and awe. She marched across his rug to his desk, it
seemed like a mile, that silken beauty getting closer and closer,
her breasts jiggling and a big smile on her face. Those green eyes
shone like lamps.
Sydney jumped to his feet.
"l-uh-did you want to see ME?"
"I sure did, Mr. Martin," she said.
She laid her briefcase carefully on his desk. Then she came
around the desk to stand close to him. Her body in that gorgeous,
soft and glittering jumpsuit held his eyes, and now he felt her
body heat as she stood next to him. He also smelled her fragrance.
"I seem to have created a disturbance in your groin," she said
with a smile.
His cock had already started to harden again in his pants as
he watched her walk across the thick carpet. As she stood beside
him, his desires, smoldering from before, began to burst into
flame.
"I ... you noticed that?" he squeaked.
She took his hand.
"You sit on the desk, I'll take your chair," she said.
Puzzled, excited and delighted, he obediently rose and sat on
the edge of his big desk facing her, while she eased into his
swivel chair. She reached forward and undid his zipper. Warm,
elegant fingers dipped inside of his shorts to bring forth his
cock. He just sat there, paralyzed with surprise and joy.
His swollen sex meat stiffened immediately, thickening,
growing, straining as she gently joggled it with her soft hand,
smiling up into his face. He went dizzy with delight and desire,
staring down on this luscious beauty he'd thought was miles beyond
his reach. There was the beautiful face with those fabulous eyes
and soft cheeks, the long platinum blonde hair, the magnificent
tits straining to get out of her half bra. Glittering in silver as
she sat in his dark swivel chair, she seemed like a vision from
another planet.
"In each firm that I teach executives, I make one special
friend," she explained.
"You ... chose me?" he squeaked.
Her answer was to lean forward and suck his hard cock into her
sensuous mouth, past snake-curving lips. With a shock of huge joy,
he felt the heat of her mouth, the sexy wetness and the tight
pressure of her cocksuck. He thrilled up and down his backbone,
from his feet to his head.
"You can see I chose you, Mr. Martin ... Sydney," she said
softly.
He wanted to ask why, blurting out a long string of questions.
He also wanted to get his prick thoroughly and deliciously sucked
as she was doing and was afraid to say or do anything that would
break the spell.
"I ... I ... guess my hard-on t-told you I was interested," he
said.
"It helped."
She didn't tell him he was the only possible choice among the
Domino executives. Crystal Locke was an extremely intelligent
young woman for her twenty-nine years, and a large part of that
intellect believed in letting her body take over in personal
matters. Her cunt had practically creamed on the first day that
she saw Sydney. Her body told her that this was the prick she had
to have, so she was delighted to discover that Sydney had home
problems and that his wife had left him, information she got from
discreet inquiries. It was a shame that he had personal problems,
but it fit into her desire to befriend him.
His cock was slightly larger than average, and just now she
had given it the maximum hard-on. Big purple veins fed hot blood
into the muscular tissue, locking it so hard that it quivered.
Paper thin skin moved sexily over the rigid muscle. The mushroom
head of his stabber was a light purple from congested desire.
There were a few gray hairs in his pubic thatch. His round, tight
balls were smooth with congestion, a boiling male reservoir,
surging to be plucked.
The result of handling all that hot male sexuality was to turn
her on like fury. Despite her big city sophistication, Crystal was
an elemental woman. The transfer of that boiling semen through a
straining, sexed up cock into her body was the most delicious human
act she could think of.
She ran a finger up his shaft and rimmed the fluted edge with
a wet, pink tongue. Sydney cried softly in pleasure and his big
root throbbed.
"Why did your wife leave you, Sydney?"
"She ... I ... we ... it was a women's lib thing," he said.
"She wanted lots of ... uh ... cunnilingus and it took me an hour
to get her off. Then we could have sex, but in an hour of sucking
her box, I got irritable."
She released his cock and stood up. She undid her blouse. It
came off white, smooth shoulders to reveal her magnificent torso
and those incredible breasts, restrained now only by the half bra.
The delights went on. She slid out of her pants, revealing a tight
V, clutched by bikini panties, and exquisite thighs and ankles. He
almost came just looking at all the gorgeous nudity.
"Could you suck me, Sydney?"
"Anything ... anything ..." he murmured.
They changed positions, he sitting in his chair, she sitting
on the edge of the desk facing him, legs spread. She slipped out
of her panties. With a cry of eagerness, he plunged his head
forward to burrow his tongue into the innocent pink cunt surrounded
by the glossy platinum pubic hairs. He felt he could suck this sex
goddess for a century.
His wife had trained him, no question. That expert tongue
reaming into Crystal's hot, sensitive channel, almost took the top
of her head off. Her clitoris seemed to leap up to find his
sliding wet tongue.
"AHHHH, OOOHHHH," she gasped, as she gripped his head in utter
delight.
She strained up against his face, running her hands through
his thick, curly hair. Except in his job, Sydney was a bumbler, an
innocent. She needed an innocent, hard-pricked man! They were
precious gems, few and far in between, capable of turning her into
a gibbering idiot. Massive thrills tore through her belly, making
all her pleasure nerves sing.
"UH, UH, UH," she sighed as she worked off three or four
luscious undulations on his mouth and tongue. She was already
white hot. She locked her soft thighs tight around his head and
experienced deep belly thrills that almost made her faint.
But she wanted much more than tonguing from him. Reluctantly
she pulled his head up and made him stand up as she slid off the
desk. She undid her bra. Her large, taut breasts fell free,
jiggling from tension.
He needed no special invitation. His eyes grew big, his heart
pumped fast, as he faced those fantastic girl globes, free and
naked. With a cry of triumph he went for them, kneading one and
sucking the flint-hard nipple of the other.
Her body went back and she had to gasp at the rocking thrills
of joy she got from the attack on those sensitive sex parts.
"OH, SYDNEY. GREAT HEV-VENS! MY TITS ... ON F-F-FIRE!" she
cried.
They clung in passionate lock, her hand jogging his prick, his
mouth and hands using her breasts with furious hunger. His cock
throbbed dangerously while her cunt creamed with ecstatic new
honies.
As the first thrill died, she took his hand and led him around
the desk.
"YOU ... YOUR RUG LOOKS THICK, SOFT, INVITING," she said.
Excited and very high, but puzzled, he followed her. She was
kind of strange, giving him only a few sucks of his cock, then
taking only a few reams of his tongue, and finally accepting only a
brief period of breast love. In fact, if his hard cock and
tortured desire had not binded him, he would've been asking all
sorts of questions. All he could think of, instead, was "WE'RE
GOING TO DO IT!"
"Right here ... on the rug?" he asked as she stopped in the
middle of the floor.
"Right here on the rug," she said. She went down gracefully,
arranging herself, nude and supple at his feet.
He stripped down rapidly. "The door ..."
"I've already locked it."
"The cleaning women ..."
"I stopped at your secretary's desk, printed a sign, put it on
the door. Do not disturb."
He sank to his knees, staring at his feast in wonder.
"You," he said, "are the most fantastic woman I ever met."
"No, Sydney," she said. "You are the most underrated man in
Domino, but you can come into your own if you want."
All he wanted in the entire world right now was to sink his
prick up her delectable fuck channel. She spread her legs and
arched her belly, and he went sliding into her saddle. His prick
notched the opening of her cunt. He closed his eyes, still not
believing that all these wonders had actually happened. He shoved.
It was absolute heaven. His eager prick violated a tight, pink
cunt and slid into her sex chamber, riding on sweet girl oils. He
surged deep into her body, his cock thrilled by her interior body
heat, the tight grip of her sex organ, and her quivers of being
taken.
"OHHH, SYDNEY," she cried.
"INNN ... CRED ... IBULLL," he sang in rapture.
Sydney looked down on her white, naked body and got the most
exquisite thrill of his entire sex life. This fabulous beauty felt
his prick, relished his prick, was taken by his prick ... and she
loved it. He'd never had such an elegant woman, but she seemed
just as love-struck by him as he was by her. There was a sheen of
moisture on her face and body. Her sex blush of excitement went
clear down to those smooth, rounded shoulders. Her nipples locked
tight for him and her loins moved in avid hunger for his restless
cock. Her beautiful face looked dazed, contented, happy,
expressing the enslavement of her luscious sexiness to his cock.
"AH, CRYSTAL, NEVER-NEVER ... SO FABULOUS ... OH, BABY, I LOVE
IT!" he cried, beginning to drill her in full male confidence and
ecstasy.
"FUCK ME, FUCK ME," she whispered. "I WANT IT DEEP AND HARD
..."
Crystal wanted to weep in her relief and joy at having this
sex. Despite her beauty and obvious sexuality it was almost
impossible for her to fulfill the deep needs of her erotic nature
with most of the men she'd met in New York. The executives she
worked with, the younger ones, were slick, hard and self-involved.
Their cocks used cunts like Kleenex, to be spurted into once and
discarded.
For her there was also a deeper, greater danger ... the gray
sordid walls of some prison, eternally waiting for her in the
shadows. Her work for A-C II 00 could save her ... but any one of
the fast talking, quick thinking executives that she moved among
could also penetrate her secret and destroy her.
Sydney was safe. Sydney was open, innocent, lust-crazed
manhood. His cock, furiously stroking her to hot heaven, was twice
as precious as that of his wolf-like president, who'd also made
passes, or the other executives of Domino.
She'd realized that she must act fast and give herself totally
if she were to enjoy Sydney Martin as her lover.
Now she gave herself up to the pure ecstasy of the lovemaking.
She shifted under him to receive the hot drive of his piercing
manhood in this blissful pocket of time when she was loved and
SAFE!
Eyes glazed with the sweetness of the friction in her cunt,
Sydney came forward to suckle once more on her magnificent breasts.
She felt his eagerness and wonder at enjoying her beauties and the
thrills that rushed down her body added flames to her fires that
already burned so hotly.
"YOU ARE ... SOOOO BUILT!" he gasped between sucks.
"EAT THEM, SYDNEY. TAKE THEM ... THEY'RE YOURS. OH, OH, OH."
Riding on his fabulous hunger, she sank into the miracle of
the sex world, luscious female giving her all, opening her intimate
body passage and her soul to the taking by the male. Soft thigh
muscles strained as she worked her belly against his maddening,
determined cock strokes. Her buttocks tensed and she gasped and
grunted at the fierce ardor that drove her toward her own bitch
madness.
"OH, YOU'RE FUCKING ME SOOO GOOD," she cried. "I FEEL IT ...
DEEP ... DRIVING ME CRAZEEE."
"UH, UH, UH."
He felt her yielding to him and his plunging cock, and that
inspired him to ream her faster. She cried out in wild lust, joy
beginning to rock and whine in her sweet bitch distress.
"FUCKED. FUCKED," she cried in wonder.
All through her body the power of the sex organized her,
opened her, whipped her to plunging fury to suck that cock deep
into her body and milk it. She quivered and twisted ... and then she
glided upward in the overpowering ecstasy of orgasm.
"SYDNEY ... IT'S CUMMIIIIIING!" she cried.
She had paid him the last and the greatest compliment. Her
divine body had succumbed to his prick before it had harvested his
own hot-sealed sex reservoir.
Maddened with pleasure, she surged up against him and locked
in the exquisite stillness of pre-orgasmic pleasure, going faint as
her body processes ****d her of all voluntary motions.
At this climactic moment, Sydney released her breasts and
plunged his mouth on hers, jamming his tongue into hers, demanding
more penetration into her taken body.
She whined in ecstasy and gave up her full womanhood. Throb,
throb, throb. Her gigantic cunt squeezes let him feel the most
fantastic orgasm he'd ever sensed in a woman. Her slick tunnel
pulsed tightly on his prick, not only a token of her complete
surrender, but an added joy to his reaming cock. It was enough to
blast him right out in space.
"AHHHHH, OOHHHH!" he went.
There could be no long freeze for him ... he'd been in a high
state of desire too long. He felt a luscious moment of locking and
then he overrode her throbbing cunt with his gushes.
"TAKE IT. I'M SPURTIIIING!" he told her.
Thrilled shots of liquid male jissum burned into her belly.
Sydney twisted and grunted in relief as, at last, he speed forth
his frustrated desires, seeding the belly of the most luscious-
looking female he'd ever met. As he shot sperm, she contracted in
her own hot orgasm of pleasure, the two of them tight-locked and
groaning in magnificent good feeling and relief. He went half
faint with the wild release of it while she jerked and moaned and
sank into euphoria under him in the hottest fuck she'd had in
months. The first part of her plan to use Domino had been
brilliantly executed.



Chapter 2

"I can't suck a man's penis!" wailed Leaf Campbell.
"Yes, you can," said Crystal. "It's really very sexy,
especially when they break and you feel all that hot, wonderful
liquid spurting in your mouth. After you do it once, the flavor is
great and the feel of their hard shafts jerking in wild spasms
drives you out of your skull in happiness."
"Ohhhhh, Crystal," moaned Leaf.
Crystal sat on top of the soft girl's belly, doing Leaf's face
makeup. Leaf thought that Crystal was the epitome of the mad,
worldly New York type of woman. She squirmed helplessly under
Crystal's weight, but that was how Crystal wanted to do her makeup,
sitting on the smaller girl's belly, pinning her to the bed.
She'd only known the computer woman for a few days, but at
least Crystal was on her side and willing to help a Pennsylvania
small town girl, lost in the cruel winds of the big city. Leaf had
lost so many jobs that she was practically thrown out on the street
for lack of rent money. That's when she applied to the giant Avery
Cascade Computer Co. for a job ... and ran into Crystal.
When Crystal found out how badly off the younger girl was, she
invited her to spend a few days at her own apartment. It was a
godsend for poor Leaf ... but Crystal didn't want her to work for A-
C. Instead, Crystal sent her to get a job at the Personnel
Department of the Domino Corporation.
But that ended badly when the Personnel Director tried to
strip her in his office and have sex with her. Only a phone call
from one of the big shots saved her that day.
Crystal applied lip gloss to Leaf's mouth and stared at her
work critically.
"Looks pretty good, Leaf. You have a naturally sallow
complexion that requires a light makeup ... or a healthy sex life to
give your face tone."
"I've had nothing but offers of a sex life ever since I hit
New York."
"It's the indoor living in a big city. Drinking and sex take
up a lot of slack."
Leaf knew that Crystal had come from the West Coast.
"What do they do out there, Crys?"
"Drinking and sex. You spend so much time outdoors, that's
all you're good for at night."
Leaf shifted uneasily under Crystal.
"Listen, your Sydney Martin is as bad as the others. I keep
telling you ... he tried to do me in his office."
"Yes, you ridiculous creature. You walked out on him. So I
had to do him instead. But it was fine."
"So he's coming here tonight?" said Leaf. "You're going to
make me have sex with him?"
"Yes, he's coming here and I'm going to make you suck his
prick, Leaf."
"Why?"
"You'll understand later. Trust me. When you know when and
where to put out to men, it's no great burden."
"I can't suck a man's penis!" wailed Leaf for the second time.
Crystal reached over and picked up her vibrator. It was a
white plastic device, shaped like a cock, about six inches long.
She turned it on and it buzzed wickedly while Leaf's eyes went big
and she twisted under her friend.
"What ... are you going to do ... with that?" she gasped.
Crystal reached behind her with the humming device and rode it
along Leaf's cunt, protected only by thin, silken panties. Leaf
surged up as if stung by a bee.
"OH. GREAT HEAVENS!" she cried. She squirmed helplessly
under her friend, feeling sudden rushes of sexuality from the
buzzing device. It was not exactly shaped like a cock. The top
tapered to a blunt point which Crystal now used to dig inside the
tender, pink opening of the held down girl.
"AH-CRYSTAL. OH, OH, OH."
"You need to be hot when Syd gets here," said Crystal calmly.
"DON'T ... DO THAT!" screamed Leaf, almost throwing off the
bigger girl. "OH, MEEEE."
But, quick as a cat, Crystal reversed her position so she
faced away from Leaf, and sat on her belly facing the girl's legs.
She removed her panties. She forced the vibrator directly on
Leaf's naked cunt and began to violate her.
"CRYSTAL! CRYSTAL!" screamed Leaf.
"Quit bucking, you ninny. It feels good and you know it."
Crystal pushed down the soft thighs of the girl which strained
upwards, young muscles standing out as Leaf tried to save her sex
passage.
"AH, TOOOOO GOOD. OH, NO!"
Her fingers dug into the smooth back of her friend. Crystal,
likewise wore only her bra and panties, so her back was practically
naked.
"Don't scratch me, you cat!" gasped Crystal. "It's sexy
enough having to prime your hot little cunt. You'll turn me into a
lesbian."
Leaf began to sweat and writhe in sexual pleasure as Crystal
forced half the fake penis up her cunt. Crystal used it like a
cock, slowly dragging it back and forth in the expanding sex
passage.
Leaf pushed and tugged with her hands ineffectually, trying to
save her cunt. She couldn't reach around Crystal. She could not
protect her sex area, which now sent off fast, hot rushes of
pleasure. In spite of her desire to stop, she had to thrust her
belly up to take the vibrator fuck. each thrust stronger than the
last.
"YOU'RE ... FUCKING ... MEEEEE!" she wailed.
"You n-need it, Leaf. The reason guys jump you is that you
don't get enough. Men sense women's sexual tensions. A well-
screwed woman doesn't send out signals like you do. You reek of a
hot girl's needs."
"I DON'T. HA-UH, HA-UH, HA-UH."
"Listen to you sing, Leaf. You're even turning me on, and I
don't have sex with women."
Crystal was fascinated with this experimentation on the
smaller girl's cunt. Never before had she had a luscious young
girl to play with. She fucked the buzzing device into Leaf's
chamber and thrilled to feel the girl's rise to the friction, belly
and thighs trembling and the grunts coming fast.
Leaf had stained the vibrator with rich, young girl juices,
making it slippery in Crystal's hand as she ran it in deeply. She
felt the ecstasy that Leaf felt as the taken girl twisted
helplessly under her. Leaf must have the hottest cunt in New York
City. If the average sex run lasted two minutes, Leaf was sure to
succumb to a hard cock in a minute and a half. Right now the
sounds from the fucked girl's throat were continuous gasps, gurgles
and grunts of high passion.
Leaf was sex-frictioned almost out of her mind by the device
which was a little too big for her tight cunt anyway. Her belly
seethed with golden pleasure, her ears rang with lust, and she
worked her belly slavishly to the master strokes of the other girl.
"AH, NOW CRYSTAL. I'M GOING ... GOING ... GOING ... PUH-LEEZE
STOP!"
Crystal worried that she might force the orgasm too soon. She
eased her weapon out of the girl's cunt and spun around once more
to sit facing Leaf's head. Leaf shuddered and covered her face
from Crystal's sight in embarrassment.
"Haaaa, that's better. Yes, Crystal, my body's too sexy, I
know it. I've always been afraid of it. My folks fully expected
me to turn into a whore. They almost died when I insisted on
coming to New York. But what can I do?"
"Pick the right man at the right time and you never need worry
about becoming a hooker."
"You're so good-looking, Crystal. Were you ever ..."
"A hooker?" asked Crystal. "No." She laughed. "I only wish
I had been, Leaf. My past is much worse than that."
More mystery about her new friend. Leaf peeked through her
fingers at the beautiful platinum blonde. Crystal held the
vibrator aloft, gleaming with Leaf's gland contributions. To
Leaf's horror, Crystal's pink tongue flicked out and licked the
smooth honey that coated the device.
"Always wondered what a fucked girl tastes like," laughed
Crystal. "WOOOOIEEEE. IT MAKES ME A LITTLE DIZZZY!"
She gave the vibrator a couple of healthy licks, then reached
behind her and plunged it once more into Leaf's cunt.
"AHHHHH-EH!" Leaf gasped.
Calmly, almost absently, Crystal used her free hand to push up
Leaf's bra and dig her palm into Leaf's meaty breast, teasing the
hard nipple.
"OHHHH," went Leaf. "OH ... THAT F-F-FEELS ... GOOOOOOD."
"Let's `Ride-'em-Cowboy'," cried Crystal, frigging Leaf behind
her with the vibrator and kneading her sexy breasts, one after the
other, up front.
Leaf had to give up all idea of preserving her decorum or her
sexuality. The hot vibrator below, reaming her cunt, coupled with
Crystal's outrageous hands digging into her breasts, took her right
up to glory.
"AH-HAAA, AH-HAAA, AH-HAAA," Leaf sighed, feeling the
incredible power of her sex equipment rising to a fabulous orgasm.
Shots and streaks of wild joy penetrated every part of her body.
She whined and twisted and hunkered and keened, sweating, grunting
like a pig. The sweet, majestic agony of pleasure could not last
long.
"HOOOOO ... NOWWWWW!" she gasped.
She gave a great gasp and locked her thighs on the wounding
vibrator. She paid out her sex like she was the U.S. Mint spewing
out coins. Her throbs of relief and submission swept her away to a
dizzy, dazed state as her vagina clutched and unclutched on the
machine that Crystal kept reaming in and out of her cunt to make
her give up all her sex treasure. Feeling silly, weak, and totally
wonderful, Leaf kicked her legs helplessly and surrendered deep,
aching throbs of golden joy until her strong passion capacity ran
out.
"WOOOOO," she sighed at last, tapering and relaxing. Her cunt
flowed with excess juice and her belly glowed in sweet euphoria.
Crystal had used her well. She just lay quietly on the bed, dazed
and temporarily exhausted.
Crystal got up and off her victim, well-satisfied, her own
cunt warm and glowing. It was exceedingly important that she
establish sexual domination over the Pennsylvania girl, and not for
her own needs, either. Not her erotic needs. She'd waited for
months for the right girl to come along, and then one day Leaf
Campbell had simply walked into her office . . .
Crystal's apartment reflected the good salary she made from A-
C. It had two good-sized bedrooms, a large living room with split
levels, a terrace with a magnificent view, a kitchen crammed with
appliances, and plenty of sunshine and air. It was furnished
simply and cleanly with the latest comforts and necessities in
wood, metal, fabrics and glass that the most professional of
decorators would approve.
It also had one unique device not found in any of the
apartments in this exclusive East Side district, in her building or
any other. The device looked like an ordinary typewriter with a TV
set mounted to one side of it. It was, in fact, a computer
terminal. Using telephone lines, it hooked her to the A-C office
in Manhattan and to the massive computer center of the firm across
the river in New Jersey. A few other A-C officials who lived in
Manhattan had these terminals. The age of the home computer
terminal, which could send messages to, and receive messages from,
a main computer had begun.
Crystal's home terminal had one other feature that even the
president of her company didn't have. She could talk to any of the
A-C 1100's that she'd been assigned to cover for A-C in her job as
a computer tutor.
Leaving Leaf in the bedroom, Crystal walked into the living
room, sat before the typewriter keyboard and turned the power on.
"DOMINO ... THIS IS STARSHELL," she wrote. She sat back and
waited. It only took seconds for her answer.
"STARSHELL ... THIS IS DOMINO. I AM ON THE LINE."
"GIVE ME THE DOMINO PAYROLL SUMMARY," she typed.
The black TV screen at her side fluttered and flashed a
screenful of numbers.
She typed: "IS YOUR PAYROLL CHECK SYSTEM NOW AUTOMATED."
"BEGUN TODAY," flashed back.
She typed: "YOU WILL RECEIVE THIRTY NEW NAMES CODED
STREETWEARY. STREET-WEARY NAMES ARE ... STARSHELL."
That meant the paychecks would be written and mailed
automatically with the others, but protected by the STARSHELL
subroutine. She had saved a little portion of the A-C 1100 memory
in the Domino machine for her private use.
"UNDERSTOOD. HOLDING."
"HOLDING ... AND OFFLINE," she wrote back.
The TV screen went blank, and she sat back with a smile
wreathing her lips, a dreamy look in her large green eyes. The
action had begun. There was risk, a huge risk, but she had no
choice, none at all ... There was one other computer terminal,
quite close by, that Crystal Locke didn't know about. Like hers,
it was set up in an apartment, but this apartment was in a building
across the street from hers. The building was less pretentious,
older, and the apartments much smaller. The apartment with this
second terminal was almost directly opposite her apartment facing
in her direction.
As her STARSHELL messages flashed back, and forth over the
lines, they also appeared on the machine that a youngish man with
glowing eyes monitored. He watched the printout on the yellow roll
of typewriter paper, and gave a wolfish grin.
When the messages finished, he rose, picked up some
binoculars, and walked to his window. From here he could see
across to Crystal's apartment. Her sliding glass door was open.
It was a fall night, but cold weather had not yet come.
He could see the beautiful girl sitting there at her terminal,
practically naked. She showed enough skin anyway to make his
breathing quicken. It had been a long time and a murderously long
wait for this moment, and he savored his success with deep breaths
of exultation. The blonde doll across the street was due for one
smashing, shattering surprise in her young life!
Sydney Martin could not believe his good luck when he arrived
at Crystal's apartment a short while later. The platinum blonde,
wearing a housecoat and apparently very little underneath, greeted
him with a kiss ... and immediately began to take off his clothes.
"You're a ... fast operator," he gasped as he stood naked before
her, his stiff prick thrilling as she pressed against him and
jazzed the hard member to make it harder.
"Why waste time in polite nothings when everybody's mind is on
something else," she laughed. "The drinks, the small talk can
always come later when everybody's relaxed."
Then Crystal led him into her bedroom. He stopped in
surprise. Lying on the bed, naked, was the sexy little girl that
had applied for a job a few days before, that he'd almost screwed
before being interrupted.
He turned to Crystal in shock. "Why ... why ..."
"Yes, Leaf and I are friends," she laughed. "How do you think
she happened to apply to Domino for a job, anyway. I told her to
come and see you."
"It's all right, Syd. Leaf is just a little more inhibited in
sex than I am. But she still wants that job, and she's willing to
be friendly, if it's not overdone."
Syd stood there, feeling nervous. Crystal couldn't be a
hooker. She was much too bright and had much too good a job. But-
---
"Syd," said Crystal, "I know I shock people because I go
straight to the bottom line without a lot of faking and teasing.
I'm sorry I'm so direct. The bottom line is, Leaf wants to work
for you and you want her to work for you."
"Sure, I need somebody like her, but ..."
"Syd, face it. If I don't cut the knot, you and Leaf would
waste hours, weeks of company time trying to get it off. What you
want is a bright girl who'll work hard and once in a while you give
you a thrill. She wants a steady job with a good company and
doesn't mind a little action if it doesn't get too heavy. So take
the action and start off without any tension."
All of this time Leaf laid there looking embarrassed, and a
little dazed. There was a vibrator lying close by, and Syd judged
that little Leaf was more than a bit sexed up.
"S-s-sure, Crystal." He approached the bed.
"Take it in your mouth, Leaf," Crystal said.
Leaf reached up from her prone position and took hold of Syd's
hard cock. She exposed a neat, nude breast, and slipped the rod
into her mouth as he stared down at her rounded young body, her
naked ass, and that sexy breast exposed. The heat and thrill of
being sucked brought him up on his toes.
"She's not good at this," said Crystal. "If you don't mind,
I'll instruct her."
"AHHH ... MIND? NOOO ... OH!" gasped Syd.
It was fabulous. He'd expected a date with Crystal alone and
hoped it would end up like that time in his office. Suddenly he
had Crystal and the sexy other little piece at the same time. His
sex life had gone from horribly miserable to pure gold in a few
days due to Crystal.
It was fabulous. Crystal instructed Leaf to get on her hands
and knees on the bed, dog-fashion. She had Syd also get on the bed
on his knees, but torso up. She got up on the bed alongside of
them to direct the action like a referee in a wrestling match.
"Leaf ... use plenty of suction," Crystal said. "Be careful
with your teeth ... use them to groove, but don't bite ... more
tongue action ... I want to see that pink tongue curling, curling,
yes, that's it... take it a little deeper; it won't bite ... Don't
you love that sex meat taste?"
Leaf moaned in her concentration, almost cross-eyed in trying.
Her belly was still hot from Crystal earlier treatment and now new
thrills shot up her belly and new juices creamed in her cunt.
Crystal was a wild one, all right, but it sure helped things along,
the way she did.
"Release his cock, now, Leaf. Jack him off with your hand.
He likes the slippery feel of the wet cock in your hand."
"L-l-love it!" keened Syd. Already he dry-throbbed in excited
delight.
Crystal showed Leaf how to eat up and down the shaft, a half
at a time, and how to take each male testicle gently in the mouth.
"You want to thrill them without hurting," she said in her
computer instruction voice. "You can feel them pull back and
quiver if it's too hard. But too soft is worse. If they bunt
forward, they aren't getting enough action."
Syd reveled in this weird cocksuck and he almost spurted when
Crystal took his cock in her hand and sucked on it herself,
demonstrating. He fucked into her mouth in abandon, feeling he
fucked all the way down the blonde's long, luscious body. She made
his sex reservoir boil with heavenly pleasure.
"AH, SOOO GOOD, CRYSTAL. OH, I'M DYIIIING OF JOY," he
exclaimed.
Crystal turned the job back to Leaf, who resumed the suck on
his member. She slapped Leaf's meaty buttocks and began to ream
the girl's steaming cunt.
"MRAWWRRRRRR!" sighed Leaf, jumping.
Both Syd and Crystal laughed at the renewed vigor of Leaf's
cocksuck as she felt Crystal's probing finger unseal her cunt and
burn on her clitoris. It wasn't that Leaf didn't already enjoy the
suck. She was just shy ... up until that moment. With Crystal's
finger at work she began to gobble hot prick.
Leaf worked her sexy little butt hotly on the reaming finger,
traveling back to heavenly bliss as she sucked a hard rod at one
end and felt penetration at the other. Her blood sang in her body
in exulting rushes as the good feeling rose. Why, sucking a man's
blade wasn't so bad after all. She gasped and slobbered in her
eagerness to please Syd and to please herself at the same time.
Crystal let go of Leaf's cunt. She sat boldly on Leaf's
shoulders, presenting her torso to Syd as she faced him, housecoat
open and big breasts exposed. He gave a cry of delirious joy and
began to suck her luscious breasts as he hunted in and out of
Leaf's mouth.
"MMMM, BABY. OH, OH, OH," he cried between sucks.
Crystal rolled her eyes. She developed her own full head of
steam from all this play. Her breasts were exquisitely sensitive
to the suction and the obscene sounds of cock slurping under her
added flames to her desires.
As Crystal clutched Syd she sensed that the crazed prick would
not last long. Sexing with two hot women at once was a delicious,
heavy load for a man not used to even the normal amount of action.
His big male body quivered in the nearness to spilling.
She got off of Leaf's shoulders. The girl couldn't stand too
much weight anyway. Leaf was in fine shape, jazzing herself now
with one hand as she sucked. She crooned her joy.
"MMMMM ... RRRRR."
"MY GOD, IT FEELS FAAAABULOUS!" gasped Syd, eyes beginning to
widen in his sex glaze.
"There's always something new," laughed Crystal. She got
behind him and used some of her own hot cunt juices to wet her
finger and oil inside Syd's crack.
Before Syd knew it she pressed on his sphincter and then
suddenly as he gave a gasp of shock, she drove her finger inside of
his asshole. Right inside that opening lie his prostate, full and
ready to add its juices to the big spill in his balls. Her
stroking finger inside of his body was maddening and a silken, a
deep sex urge that he'd never felt before as he got a prostate
massage. It burned sweetly, hotly, sexually.
"AHHHH, OOOHHHH!"
He was crazy with pleasure. Up front he felt the incredible
friction of being roundly sucked by Leaf, who had learned her
lessons well. In his rear, Crystal's plunging finger rode on his
prostate, demanding to empty.
"HO ... HO ... HO"
He'd never felt such a delicious use of his body. Even his
sex freeze was brief with the wild, crazy desire to spurt. It
seemed like Crystal's finger in his ass reamed a button that made
him squirt wildly into Leaf's mouth. He exploded with furious
bursts of jissum.
"AHHHHHHH."
They could all hear his body give up its sex juice, the
finger-fucked ass and prostate emptying into the filled balls which
blasted up his cock shaft and exploded hot fluid into Leaf's mouth.
His wounded loins jerked in exquisite, ecstatic joy as he emptied
great gouts of semen into Leaf.
"MMMMMM." Leaf held the bursting cock in her mouth and let
him punmp body hot sperm down her throat.
Behind him Crystal pumped in his ass, making his organ spasm
and squirt over and over in silken, burning delight. Syd had never
felt such a complete emptying, relief and pleasure as having his
prostate pumped while his cock was sucked, and when he finally
tapered, he fell forward on the bed, sated and glowing.
Leaf lay there panting, a fleck of male juice at the corner of
her mouth.
"I ... it wasn't too bad," she gasped to Crystal. "Left me ...
really hot."
Crystal considered herself bold but not bisexual. Yet, as she
looked at Leaf's swollen, wet and disturbed-looking cunt, she felt
her demon rise inside of her.
"I'll cool you off, dear," she laughed.
She plunged her head between Leaf's legs and began to eat
cunt. Leaf gave a cry of shock and surprise and arched up, her
cunt melting away around Crystal's driving tongue. It was
something about the soft, weak girl, Crystal realized, that made
everybody in New York want to fuck and take that soft, helpless
body.
"AH, CRYSTAL, NOOOO ..." moaned Leaf, shoving ineffectually to
save her cunt and avoid lesbian contact.
But Crystal was on fire now. Acts done in the heat of sex did
not a pervert make! She tongued inside of Leaf's box and made the
girl jerk and ride ferociously for the good feeling.
"GET IT OFF, YOU HOT LITTLE CUNT," she growled between bites.
Then she went back to hot sucking, inhaling Leaf's gland juices,
pungent and thrilling. She rode the clit with her tongue. She
used a finger to fuck into Leaf's slick chamber.
"OH, OH, OH. NOOOOO!" wailed the taken girl. She arched up
and spent luscious throbs against Crystal's mouth, swept away by
the belly-consuming joy as she surrendered to the more powerful
man. Throb, throb, throb. It was pure ecstasy!



Chapter 3

Midnight.
Crystal walked her apartment alone in an apprehensive mood.
Her nerves felt tight. It was not the same thrill as the dangerous
game she'd played in San Diego, across the continent, years before.
This time she had a sense of dark foreboding. Some of the
brightest computer minds in the world were right here in New York.
Her company, A-C, might have some security checks she didn't even
know about. If they ran an inventory on the entire memory of
Domino's 1100, they might get curious about the "Starshell" tape.
She'd sent Leaf and Sydney out on the town to get better
acquainted. Sydney had eyes for her, of course, but was smart
enough to leave the sex decisions in her hands. He'd probably take
Leaf to his empty apartment for the night ... and to work the next
day to start her on the payroll as one of his secretaries. He knew
if he did what Crystal wanted that he'd get more sex from her, but
not otherwise.
Crystal stood on her terrace, staring out across the city.
Most of the time the City exhilarated her with its bigness, its
boldness, and its quickness. It was a place worthy of her own
superior brain. But some nights, especially late like this, she
felt like a scared little girl in the embrace of the giant b**st
that the City was. The streets were also a place of aggression,
robbery and sometimes even quick death. She shivered in the fall,
night air.
An orange light burned in one of the apartments almost
directly across from hers. This late most of the lights in the
banks of windows were out giving the impression of blank, staring
eyes, but that one apartment light seemed always to be on. She
wondered who lived there.
She turned quickly from the terrace and went to bed. It
wouldn't do to acquire nerves and dream fearful fantasies at the
beginning of this most important adventure that required her utmost
attention ... She had rested only a few moments when her computer
terminal came to life with a ghostly clatter of typewriter keys.
She heard the sound faintly in her living room. At the same moment
a red warning light lit at her bed and an ominous soft bell chimed.
Crystal always slept naked. She didn't bother to put anything
on as she bounded out of bed and raced to the living room. She
certainly expected no message in the middle of the night. Were the
technicians working on the Domino this late? She had programmed
the memory so that she'd receive a warning if there were ever a
question about "Starshell".
She flipped on the side light and stared at the yellow roll of
paper in the typewriter roller.
"HELLO, STARSHELL ..."
She almost fainted right then and there. Her heart pounded.
There was only one human in the universe who knew about "Starshell"
and that was she. If anybody else ever used that term she was in
deep trouble.
Ding, ding, ding. The keyboard shifted the roller down
several spaces. Another message was about to come in. Then the
type head clattered as if a ghost figure, invisible, sat there and
typed.
"WAKE UP, STARSHELL. WE NEED TO TALK."
Absolute panic gripped her body. She wanted to scream. She
wanted to rush out of her apartment, rush out of the city, run,
run, run, as she'd run once before. She stood there, sickened,
shattered, swaying. She froze for long moments. There was only
the sighing of the nightwind on her terrace outside.
She got hold of herself. She had to find out who was talking
to her. They already knew who she was and where she was, so it was
too late to run and hide.
Domino had turned on her machine.
"WHO?" she typed and waited. Then she realized she had to
sign off the message for the computer to handle it. She wrote:
"STARSHELL".
"DARKSTAR" came the reply. The message went on. "I KNOW
ABOUT A BRILLIANT WOMAN COMPUTER SCIENTIST FROM SAN DIEGO,
CHRISTINE LOCKWOOD. SHE STOLE ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS FROM
THE WESTAIR CORP. THEY ARE STILL LOOKING FOR HER. DOES THIS
INTEREST STARSHELL?" She sat there transfixed for long moments.
It was the end of the line, doom and disaster. Somehow she'd been
traced all the way across the continent. Her insides knotted and
tears came to her eyes. For her it was not the beginning, but the
end ... prison ... disgrace ...
She sat there completely destroyed. At last she typed.
"STARSHELL IS INTERESTED." What else could she do?
Then her telephone rang. "Darkstar" wanted more intimate
contact with "Starshell" than through the Domino computer. She
answered, listened, and gave her replies in monosyllables. Then
she hung up and walked, stunned, uncaring, still weeping, to her
big glass doors. She threw them back and stepped through, going
out onto her terrace, naked. She turned on the small spotlights
and stood exposed, staring at the apartment across the street with
the orange light, with a bitter gall in her throat, showing off her
body to him and anybody else who might be looking out at this hour,
for long moments.
It was deeply humiliating, like being made to perform a strip
tease. She knew that hot eyes through binoculars drank in every
aspect of her womanly charms. If his binocs were any good he could
count her pubic hairs, she knew. Then she had to turn and present
her naked, rear. That was even harder because she had a deep fear
of anal sex interests.
Tits and her ass. He got the whole show. She went inside
again, still following instructions. Moments later, wearing only a
thin robe which her tormentor insisted had to be "sexy", she rode
down to the ground floor of her apartment building in the service
elevator, stopped it, and sneaked to the lobby, which was
unattended. When a dark figure from the outside buzzed, she rang
him in and returned to the elevator. She turned out the lights and
stood facing the rear of the elevator, as instructed.
DarkStar came up behind her and whispered: "Keep facing the
rear." He started the service elevator up and then turned. He
left the light off. He stood behind her, gave a soft chuckle of
triumph, and felt under her arms to squeeze her breasts. She
gasped and started to struggle.
"Just stand still, Christine," he hissed. "It's a lot better
than five years in prison and a lifelong felon's record."
"I won't be fondled," she shot back. His hands were hot and
heavy on her breasts, through the robe.
"I think you will, Christine. I've got you dead to rights. I
went to prison on account of you, and I've been looking forward to
this meeting for a long time."
She knew who it was then and her heart sank. The Programmer
from WestAir, Gunson ... no Gunnar Strand, the Swedish young man who-
---who ...
Ohmigod!
"I'm a little tougher than I was back then four years ago,
bitch. Back then I was hypnotized by green eyes, big tits, and
long blonde hair ..."
His fingers dug inside the robe to fondle her naked tits.
"I wanted your sweet young body and let you play circles
around me, Christine. I never got your body. I got a year in jail
and a felon's record. They thought we were in it together. How
does that scratch you?"
She just couldn't handle this,