Stepsister’s Skillful Mouth – Chapter Two free porn video

“Who’s there?” Nancy cried out. There, was no response but she was a shadow move. Her closet door was flung open and she was face to face with Uncle Cliff.

“Hello, Nancy;” he laughed. “Expecting somebody else? Berry, perhaps?”

She reached for the blanket in an effort to cover her naked body, but her uncle quickly grabbed it from her hands, leaving her completely exposed as he took in her body with those awful eyes of his. She wanted to scream out for Barry or Aunt Dotty, but decided against it for the moment.

“I saw your boy friend, Nancy. How could you do that? You didn’t let him fuck you in the barn. You’re a regular prick-tease, aren’t you? Letting him feel you all up and then sending him off to bed with a hand-job. Well, you won’t get away with that silly shit with me.”

She closed her eyes, trying to fight back the tears of terror as he moved closer to her. “Don’t scream, Nancy. I’m going to fuck you now. When I’m through with you, you won’t be horny for a long time.” He laughed as he reached out and gabbed one of her tits cruelly.

She tried to scream, but his hand crashed down hard across her face in warning and she knew that it would be useless to fight. Nancy turned to him. He looked so mean. He wasn’t going to show her any tenderness or mercy, she was sure of that.

Uncle Cliff sat down on the edge of the bed, pinning her shoulders to the blanket. With one hand on her throat he Jet his other roam lustfully over the curves of her tits, pinching the already sore nipples, then gliding over the firm, flatness of her belly.

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His fingers slowly ran down the supple thighs toward her knees, and then ,tauntingly, slowly, yet demandingly up the inside of her thighs just below her cunt. She froze as she looked down at his big cock sticking stiffly out from underneath his pajamas.

It was so big! His gigantic prick was jerking up against his belly, the cock-head red and throbbing with desire for Nancy’s young, firm body. He wanted to sink that cock into her cunt and make her submit to him.

Cliff saw her naked body and without effort he pinned her to the bed and feverishly stripped; She lay back on the bed, too weak to move,-too feeble to resist. He came at her with that big fat cock.

Nancy wished that he would r**e her fast and get it over with.

But he was taking his sweet time. His hand moved over her tits, kneading and pinching while his other hand cupped the soft pussy-bush between her lovely legs. His fingers worked slowly, demandingly through the soft down; spreading the lips of her pussy until he found her clit. He rubbed it hard until it stood up from his violent massage. Nancy felt so helpless as her body reacted contrary to her wishes.

“You like it, don’t you, baby?”

Nancy didn’t bother to reply. His forefinger continued to rub her clitoris while his other fingers searched for the tight slit of her cunt. The search was driving her insane with fear, anxiety and anticipation.

He found it and pushed and prodded at the soft fleshy lips of her cunt and eased one finger in slowly. She bucked helplessly under his touch and moaned.

She tried to avoid his fingering but he just pushed harder until his finger slipped wetly into the moist warm hole between her legs. He could feel the walls of her cunt cling tightly around his finger and he teased it slowly within her, trying to force out her juices.

It was natural reaction and he wanted her cunt to be completely wet and open when he rammed. his big cock inside. Finally he stuck another finger in her cunt. Her hole was so tight. She was going to be a great fuck.

Nancy cried out in pain as he continued to work his fingers around and around her cunt, trying to stretch it. With his two fingers up her cunt, Uncle Cliff could feel a shudder run through her whole body and hear her whimper a muffled moaning sound deep in her throat.

He moved his fingers around inside his niece’s tight hole teasing her cunt and making it juice uncontrollably.

Nancy squirmed and writhed with desperate energy but he held her, steadying her by clutching one hand around her bare waist, letting her know how he could squeeze and crush her. He moved forward and pinned her undulating, gyrating body tightly against the squeaky mattress. Her squirming, writhing protest added immensely to his enjoyment of what he was doing, and was about to do.

The weight of his body over her and the pressure of his searching, probing hands made it all but useless to protest, but she had to register her contempt in some way. She could feel the strong hard-on as it jerked against the inside of her thigh. She knew that he was going to fuck her now. His breath was as rapid as a dog in heat.

Nancy felt him move his big pulsing prick higher up between her thighs and she gritted her teeth. She felt it probing, slipping at her between his guiding fingers, poking at the tender meat of her cunt. It was so big too big to- fit into her tight hole, she told herself. But she could feel him slowly forcing his way into the tight; unyielding hole. She could feel her body screeching in every pore as he tried to shove his prick into her cunt. Her tender, young cunt-lips throbbed painfully as the huge knob f****d its way into her.

Her stretching cunt felt as if if were a raw wound; being both soothed and stimulated by an outside, foreign pressure which was a result of his cruel attack.

A groan spilled from the depths of his chest, exploding from his mouth and resounding from every corner of the room. Nancy’s cunt ached as the throbbing head of the cock pushed harder and harder. Then, with. one gigantic effort, ‘he jerked his hips forward.

His massive cock flooded into her tiny cunt like a great tide, bursting and smashing all before it; deeper and deeper his prick went until his pelvis smashed hard against her belly. He felt her fleshy ass-cheeks flattening against the mattress as he squirmed his crotch tight down between her spread thighs. He had wanted to fuck her for a long time and now he was. At long last he was going to satisfy the hunger in his cock for his niece’s young body. A hunger that began the first time, she arrived with her mother and he saw her innocence and beauty. Uncle Cliff’s head flopped forward and he place his hands convulsively on her shoulders, drawing them up her back as he thrust again deeper and deeper into her mint. He drew them down her back and held her waist for a moment and then clasped her hips so that his fingers fit into the crease of her thighs and his thumbs reached out for each other against her buttocks.

He pulled the cheeks of her ass hard back against him and held his prick inside her fuck-hole to its fullest extent while he revolved his hips around and round, scraping the tender, aching walls of her cunt with its giant b***d-filled cock-head.

“Stop, please. I can’t stand it!” she cried. “You’re hurting me. Your cock’s too big! The pain was almost too much for her to bear.

Uncle Cliff rocked back and forth on top of her, fucking her like a wild stallion, paying no attention to her plea. Nancy wanted to cry out but she could feel herself slipping into the pleasure of the fuck as his huge cock plunged deeper and deeper into her open hole. The tightly stretched walls of her cunt were lubricating freely now and Nancy was losing ground to the sensation of his giant prick pistoning in and out of her creaming cunt, Uncle Cliff lowered his eyes and watched his moist, throbbing cock wet along its whole length from hex streaming cum juice as he rammed into her fuck-hole again and again. He saw the ragged pink edges of her cunt-flesh drawing back with it and swallowing it whole again like the lips of a c***d eating an oversized all-day sucker. The sight of his long, thick cock being devoured by the plush softness of her tight cunt sent chills of excitement through his whole body. This is the best fuckin’ piece of ass in my life! he thought happily.

With a deep-throated groan, he began to establish a powerful .. rhythm of thrust and withdrawal, clasping her hot thighs and crushing them back.

He spread her thighs farther apart. His head tingled and his cock throbbed and enlarged. He felt all-mighty, all-powerful, she was so helpless under his thrusting cock. He wanted, to split her right up to her navel, to lose his whole body in her cunt.

She began to whimper as he drove into her tiny cunt hole. He felt the end of her hole with the tip of his cock as he screwed his hips against her and he could feel the flood-tide building in his balls..

Cliff began to pant even harder and his head rolled back and forth. He was grunting like a pig as he continued to fuck her cunt hard. He thrust and thrust some more and she moaned with pain from every movement of his cock.

He felt his big cock grow ticker and thicker to the point of bursting and the great flood trembled at the darn. He tensed his butt, scratching his nails along the skin of her back and with every forward surge he trembled from his heels to his wildly swaying balls.

Nancy also felt her uncle’s big cock ballooning ticker and thicker inside the tight sleeve of her cunt. Soon! she told herself again and again. Soon it would be over.

Uncle Cliff ground and scratched at her brutally and cruelly, his passion soaring to fevered pitch. There was no holding back now. He had to come inside her cunt. She began to squirm under him and her movement excited him more; he thrust harder between her widely spread thighs ramming his cock up inside her cunt, loving the pained contortions she . went through each time he thrust into her tight, sweet snatch.

He groaned in pain from holding back the bubbling, boiling-hot lava in his balls. But he could stand it no longer. His entire body quaked and tensed as the roaring flood of his jizz burst into her hot little pussy. It was like a torrent, a tidal wave.

Nancy felt his prick erupting inside her cum spurting creamy cum deep into the hidden corners of her cunt, filling her almost to the bursting point with the hot slippery liquid. But the torrential floods brought with it a quenching relief from the pain and agony her uncle had put her through.

Nancy thought it was over. She rolled slightly on her side, trying to force her uncle’s weight off her tired body. He slid to her side, but didn’t release the hold that he had around her waist Nancy tried to struggle, but his grip was too strong.

“Please stop. You’ve gotten what you wanted. Now leave me alone.”

“We’re not done yet, little niece. I want everything you got, cunt!”

She was too numb to do anything now. She felt herself being rolled over on the bed; His hot weight dropped on. her back, his flesh oozing over her like some great mass of rubbery, soft jelly.

Nancy was aware of the hardening of Uncle Cliff’s cock again; this time it jerked against the crease of her buttocks and she could feel the pressure of his hands on her. His hands ran over her ass and up the inside of her thighs and calves, and he smoothed her buns with his fingers. She wondered what he was up to.

Nancy felt a dull discomfort between her butt-cheeks and she-shuddered against him, but made no other movement. It was a wasted effort Cliff ran the edge of his tight hand down the crease of her asscheeks. It was hot between them and the flesh was a little wet and clinging from his cock. His fingers began to explore the puckered skin around her butt-hole. And then, it was clear to Nancy.

. Her uncle was going to ram that big fat prick up her ass-hole.

A new panic rushed through Nancy’s body. She couldn’t move. He pulled apart her buttocks. like two halves of a peach. She tried to tense her soft globes together again, but he tore at them with determination. She couldn’t resist.

Cliff leaned back slightly so he could see her tiny shitter. He sucked in his breath and dug at her bung menacingly with his middle finger. She cried out as he scratched her ass-hole with his nail, then tried to push her body farther into the bed to avoid the probing.

Cliff felt the warmth of her ass as the tight hole dosed around his finger up to the first knuckle and his whole hand squeezed in viselike pressure on her closed, smooth white ass-cheeks.

He slapped the white globes of flesh with his free hand, making her cry out. Cliff caught her by the nape of the neck and squeezed savagely with his thumb and forefinger.

“Relax, baby. Open up your little ass-hole or I’ll break your fucking neck!”

She gasped and pleaded with him in low exclamations of pain as he felt her body relax slightly and go limp with resignation.

Cliff moved his finger deeper into her tight little butt-hole, causing her to cry out again, but she checked her tension halfway as she felt the increasing pressure on her neck.

Uncle Cliff moved his finger farther and farther into her ass-hole, scraping the side with his nail in. cruel passion. She began to move her ass like a frightened animal, trying to escape but getting more pinned down as she struggled. Nancy could think of nothing but the pain as his fingers delved and scraped at the lining of her ass-hole and the flesh seemed to be tearing away from the rest of her body. She was sobbing now. But it only seemed to encourage Uncle Cliff. He looked down at her writhing body and his cock jerked against the inside of her thighs, throbbing lustily once more.

Suddenly he removed his fingers from her ass-hole and held his cock in his hand, stroking it gently, feeling as though he might comet at any moment. Gently, he pulled the foreskin back to reveal the bright-red knob.

He tightened the grip on her waist, forcing her ass back against his thickened, demanding cock. It rode starkly against the deep crease of tier ass and ground against her for several minutes; then his fingers finally directed his prick-shaft at the small hole which he had already stretched with his fingers.

The knob of his cock prodded her shitter, testing the tightness. He gritted his teeth and held her waist as he pushed his niece down into the bed.

Uncle Cliff jerked into. her, with long, hip-thrusting stabs which made him bite his lips at the sensation. He could feel her ass-hole clasping the tip of his prick now, pressing against it and he could feel her legs flailing out, on either side; trying to avoid his entry.

A long moan of pain burst from her lips and her body thrashed wildly under his, completely helpless. She gnashed her teeth in pain as he rammed against her ass-hole until half the length of his cock was inside. She bucked her ass up at him.

trying to throw him off, but as she moved at him, he rammed his dick farther into her shitter until his cock was buried balls deep inside her butt.

When Uncle Cliff rammed in, his foreskin was pulled painfully back in a sharp blaze of stabbing pain, and as he withdrew to the tip, her asshole seemed to drag at his powerful cock as if haling to let it retreat. Her buttocks were thrust up at him and she could feel the heat of his body against her thighs, their bodies joined through her ass-hole.

Cliff rammed in and out of her, fucking her ass without thought of the pain that she was suffering. It seemed as if his massive prick was right up to her belly, tearing her insides to pieces, as if suddenly he would tear some part of her and, in a flare of pain, k**l her.

He jammed that prick into her softening, moistened ass-hole. He wished that he could fuck her shit-chute forever and ever, but he could feel the pressure building up in his balls and he knew that he would come soon, come in her ass.

Nancy groaned and. writhed beneath the wild abandon of his thrusts, knowing that her struggles only made it worse. She began to squirm her ass, attempting to ease the pain she was feeling.

“That’s it, baby. Twist your ass. That feels so good,” he cried. “Tighten it!”

She did as he asked, forte wanted this cruel ripe to be over. She began to clasp and unclasp the tight elastic ring of her ass-hole around the hardness of his pistoning cock in rhythm to his thrusts between the soft cheeks of her butt Soon, the pain, the helplessness of her position, the obscene. fucking he had given her were too much for Nancy. Her body and mind went with it. “Oh, give it to me!” she cried, lurching forward and hack against him.. She screwed the soft ass-cheeks back hard against his driving pelvis.

A fire sparked in her belly, erupting like art explosion, driving ill thoughts of r**e, shame and the fact that the crude sweating male flicking her ass-hole was her Uncle Cliff. Her own movements to end it had betrayed her and her body was no longer hers. She had no control over anything now. She began to whimper and her teeth were tightly clenched together.

“Uncle Cliff knows what’s good for you, . baby You like my cock, don’t you?”

“Oh, yes. Just fuck my ass, Uncle Cliff.” She couldn’t get enough of his cock now. She wanted more and more.

“What do you want, baby? Tell me.”

“I want your cock. I want your. cock!” she cried.

“Where do you want it, baby? Uncle Cliff wants to know where you want it”

“I want your cock in my ass I want you to fuck my ass; Give it to me harder. Yes, harder!”

Cliff’s cock began to quiver. His loins were feverish, his whole body swelling with a sense of triumph, Ha hammered harder and harder into her ass-hole and ha was on the verge of ejaculation.

There was no holding either of them back now.

“Oh, I’m coming!” she cried beneath his pounding body, the juices of her passion rising like a flood deep into the well of her cunt.

“Jesus!” Uncle Cliff cried, “I’m coming in your ass!”

Nancy bucked and writhed now beneath her uncle like a wounded animal in the last throes of death, feeling a sudden jerking of his throbbing cock deep up inside her butt as he pumped his flick-juice far into the recesses of her ass-hole. At. the same time, spurred by the flooding release of his passion ripping through her body, she could feel the fire of exploding lust erupting deep down in the secret corners of her cunt. Her body shook, her nerves quivered and with a wild scream of release, she came madly.

Their bodies quivered in frenzy and then Uncle Cliff collapsed over her limp body. Nancy lay still. Nothing would ever be the same again.

He rolled from her without saying a word, and Nancy could hear him putting on his pajamas. She just lay as he left her, flat on her stomach, with her legs still wide apart on the mattress.

“It’s time to leave,” Nancy told Barry the next day.

“Leave? To go where?”

“I don’t know where you’re going, but I’m going to try my luck in Hollywood.”

“Like I said before, Nancy you’re nuts. Well,

I’m going back to the ranch. It ain’t much, but someday it’ll be mine. When my old man croaks; anyway.

Well to each his own she thought. Her Uncle Cliff was never going to get his grubby paws on her again! Barry said. “Where’d you get the money to go to Hollywood?”

“My uncle,” she said. Of course she didn’t add that her Uncle Cliff called her a “dirty little blackmailing slut” and a lot of other things before he coughed up the three hundred dollars.

“Can I grub thirty bucks from you for bus fare home?” Barry asked, blushing a little.

“Sure, Barry. And’ I ought to tell you this, too. In a very special way of my own, I’ll always remember you. I guess a girl always remembers the first boy in her life. Kiss my mom for me, will you?”

“I may do more than that!” Barry said, and remembered the scene between his brother and Carmelita.

Nancy. missed the point, and just smiled. She couldn’t imagine any a young stud like Barry would turn his back on a chance to see Hollywood, with all the glamor and excitement it had to offer, to go back to the ranch to wait for his “old man to croak”. But that was his “thing”, she decided with a shrug of the shoulders, and Hollywood was hers.

Nancy arrived in Hollywood by bus. That’s not the way she had always planned it, but when she looked at the money she had hit her Uncle Cliff up for, she decided there was no other place to go. The money seemed like her only chance. Bus fare and a month’s rent, and, if she didn’t eat too much, she could make it.

Nathan Warner was not part, of Nancy’s plan. Nathan entered her life fifteen minutes after the bus driver said, “Hollywood, all out, watch your step.” In the months that would follow, Nancy would often wonder if the “watch. your step” business didn’t have a double meaning.

She stood there at the corner of Ivar and Hollywood Boulevard, next to her cardboard luggage, looking like she just finished milking the cows, clear-skinned~and honey-haired, her, firm young figure looking wholesome and farm-girlish. Those, big, tight tits were attracting their due attention from the wolf eyes passing by, and that’s when the blond and extremely handsome Nathan stepped up and convinced her, the luggage was “much too heavy for a little thing like you to lug round town; here, let me help.”

And so Nathan Warner helped. He was living, temporarily . (so he said) in a small motel on Sunset Boulevard, and it was “getting much too dark to be apartment-hunting. We can put your luggage in my motel room and hunt you up a place to live tomorrow morning, first thing.”

And that’s how it came to be that by ten o’clock that night. Nancy found herself paying homage to Nathan’s, big, thick dick. It was much bigger than the only other two cocks she had ever seen in her life. But then this was Hollywood and everything was bigger and more fantastic! She let her, hands caress his prick, toy with it, and felt her mouth- watering as she imagined sucking it. It brought a new kind of joy leaping through her.

“It’s beautiful, Nathan, I love it. Give it to me. Oh, darling, forget how young I am and give it to me. All of a sudden, now that I’m here in Hollywood, I feel like a woman. Not a little girl any more. And you can help me. You will help me, won’t you, Nathan?”

Nathan helped her.

He helped her down on the bedspread in the half-dark motel room. He helped her peel off her stockings and then he stuck his tongue in her mouth. He sent his hands on independent tours of her white shoulders, arms, those remarkable fits, her flat belly, her thighs and her full ass. One of his hands slipped under the waistband of her panties, his fingernails combing her pussy-hair, one finger devilishly pressing at the mouth of her cunt. He helped the warm elusive lips of her cunt to open, to fall away wetly, his fingers finding her cunt, and Nancy’s sigh was almost a hiss.

He helped her, too, by pressing the soft flesh of her tits together and running his hot tongue wildly from one rich nipple to the other, faster and faster, kissing, nipping and tonguing the delicious red buttons, pushing his face deep into each trembling globe, leaving them moist with his saliva. The nipples became rubbery and he was leaving little tooth marks all over them. Then he maneuvered his knees beneath her arms and grabbed hold of the bed frame for support. He leaned forward and lay the large purple head of his prick against her lips.

Her nipples thrilled, tensed harder as she stared at the massive hard-on ramming straight up from his swollen balls. She reached up and took hold of it with her hand. Nancy came apart her brain streaking with multi-colored lights.

And then Nathan Warner helped her stuff his big throbbing cook into her sucking mouth. Her head bobbed up and down and her tongue lapped the juices from the tip. Nathan was groaning continuously. He rubbed his pounding cock all her pretty face, then back into her mouth. He began to rock his hips sliding his oiled cock up and down between the soft lips. His body tossed and arched over her head and he wrapped her arms around his ass to pull his cock deeper into her working mouth.

Nathan helped Nancy all he could by having her stand beside the bed, her legs on either side of him, and letting her rub her dripping cunt against his face. He could seethe pink, open creamy lips of her pussy through the silky wet bush of hair. His lips touched the edges of the tight, tingling lips. He felt on his cheeks the soft blonde hair that surrounded that hot-gash.

Nancy ground her cunt against his sucking mouth for many trembling, breathless moments. The pulsing lips of her cunt parted slightly, wet and ready, finally drenching his lips and tongue completely. Then she could led the teasing rub of his tongue inside her moist hole driving her wild. She began to slowly weave her hips up and down, sliding her tight young cunt up and down, up and down on the warm, slick tongue. She drew it deeper and deeper into her warm hole, loving the feel of its deep penetration, putting every ounce of her body into the stroke of her slowly churning pussy.

Then Nathan’s hands slipped down her back, fingers moving on the supple cheeks of her white ass, and he held them for a moment, lifting the soft mounds of flesh, then massaging them. He dug his strong fingers into the rounded cheeks, separating tern widely before probing one finger into her little butt-hole. He worked the finger until her shitter was loose and the cunt on his tongue was a wildly alive and twitching trap.

Then Nancy was back down on the bed and his tongue was lashing around in her mouth and she could taste her own sweet juices on it. She panted into his mouth, her tongue seeking his, as if to calm it. Their tongues met and they licked each other, making wet slurpy sounds. Nathan’s body lifted, his cock searching for the warmth of her young, tight cunt.

Nancy felt his prick glide into her wet, puffy gash?, searching for her hole, finally hooking into it and sinking deep until her cunt-lips hugged at the very base of it. Her nails clawed at his back, reaching down to his ass to urge him deeper.

“Oh, how you can fuck!” Nancy screamed.

She adapted her own rhythm to Nathan’s fucking motion, gyrating her hips and blonde haired cunt in time to his movements, allowing herself to savor every moment of his withdrawals, his slow plunges.

“Tell me when you re coming! Tell me when you’re coming! I want to feel you coming inside me!”

Her cut was swollen to bursting and she rubbed it harder into his crotch hairs; His cock stopped its motion and struck rigidly inside her hole as if tapped in the fleshy cunt-walls embracing it.

Nancy came once, and then again, moaning in his mouth. All the muscles in her stomach, cunt and ass were rolling and gyrating at the’ same time, but in different directions, the juices flowed freely when Nathan Warner emptied his heavy load into her quivering cunt-hole.

And that’s how this sometime Hollywood piano player helped Nancy her first night in town. Starting the next morning, it was her turn to help him. It was then he told her he was in “tap city”, and hoped he could move into her new apartment with her, because he was about to be evicted from the motel. There were certain advantages to the arrangement. Nancy figured. He had a car, a little MG, and she didn’t. He explained to her that it was just impossible to live in California without a car. He also explained that he could share the rent and food expenses, once he got back to work. And she wanted to break into the movies; that was important. He knew the ropes.

“Might as well face it, baby, you’re going to have to put out for the right people. I can point the right producers k*d directors out to you and warn you against the phonies.

Nancy had figured on that anyway, and she was glad he. wasn’t going to stand in her way. She didn’t need a jealous man around right now in her life, thwarting her plans.

Then, too and probably most important of all there was his wonderful fucking to come home to every night. And so, for the next eight months, that is how Nancy and Nathan Warner lived. But day by discouraging day she was to find out that it wasn’t all so easy as it sounded.

And then came the day that irrevocably changed the relationship between Nancy and Nathan although she would not become aware of it till months afterward.

“Nathan Warner at the piano,” the sign out front of the Mon Cherie entrance read. Four 8 X 10 glossy photographs were pinned to the cardboard sign. They showed a handsome, sun-bleached, blond, sensual-lipped young man in various poses; his full professional smile revealed capped Hollywood teeth, for which he was still paying and would be for a long time to come.

Nathan Warner, the piano player at the Mon Cherie Lounge on upper La Cienega Boulevard in Hollywood, was handsome in a way that appealed to women, both young and old. But he was primarily concerned with making a few bucks extra in tips above the ten dollars that Buck Pappas, owner of the cocktail bar, paid him for each night’s stint. Any amount would help keep him in Hollywood on his single track objective to become an actor.

Tonight he was angry with everyone and everything. He’d had only one brief break, and he wasn’t getting many tips. Perhaps it was most appropriate, for this was the night when it all began; for Nathan Warner, at least, at the Mon Cherie, where the events started that brought him to his ultimate damnation; to what Nathan Warner, especially, would call an existence bordering hell and beyond.

Fifteen minutes till quitting time, the door opened and a well-dressed party came into the club. Buck Pappas hopped over to greet them, beaming, and got two tables together for them over in the corner close to the piano. There were ten in the group, Nathan counted. They were drunk from another club and here to raise hell, with no money left for tips. Regular bastards. He knew the type. He sorted the new party out into couples and noticed a small woman with her back to him. What a shape! She seemed to be with the bald-headed drunk to her right who was doing all the ordering.

Then -he saw her face in profile: Oriental-maybe Japanese or Chinese? Maybe Spanish or Mexican!

He couldn’t tell. He started playing show tunes, beginning with Gypsy.

He was curious, The woman had dark hair and there was something about her that was incongruous with the rest of the group. He aimed the music at the women. He heard her laugh. She said something across the table to another woman. He picked up what he thought was an accent. Maybe she was French, but he hoped she was Japanese.

He caught a good look at the woman’s profile and saw the makeup. He guessed her to be over thirty-five. She was small and dark, but he still could not tell whether she was Japanese. This woman must have been a real beauty in her day, he thought.

He calmly decided to find out if she was Japanese or not. He chorded into the first minor chords of China Nights, a. tune any Japanese girl would know.

Nothing registered. But she looked around, smiling, her eyebrows raised. He could see that she wasn’t Oriental definitely some French or Spanish b***d. She looked directly at him, turned and put the back of her chair to listen. The music was different, lie could seethe careful eye make-up: It was the eyes that had given her an, Oriental look.

That was when Nathan Warner first saw the stone on her right band. God, what a diamond, he Thought.

The woman turned back and said something to her companions. They were all prosperous-looking. She probably was their guest, Nathan figured. And somehow she knew the tune was for her. She looked back again at Nathan, got up and came over to the piano bar, sliding onto a stool to his left. His best side.

He finished the song, looking directly at her, using his eyes. She opened her purse, pulled out a bill and put it in the tip glass on the bar top. A ten spot. He flinched. The jackpot. He smiled at her,. showing his capped teeth. He was trying.

“Hello,” he said.

“Hello,” she replied huskily. “What’s your name?”

“Nathan Warner,” he said. “It’s on the marquee outside. What’s yours?”

“You can call me Paulette.”

“Are you from Europe or America?”

“Can’t you guess from my accent?”

“No, I can’t,” he said. “I thought you were Japanese!”

She laughed. “I know, because you played a Japanese song.”

He was surprised. “Not many American women would know that.”

“I’ve traveled. Europe. Japan. Now I’m here.”

“Alone?”

“Certainly. Why not?”

He knew it was too early to ask, but he wanted to know. “Over there. Your husband?”

She put her fingertips to her lips and broke into tinkly laughter. The big ice was right in front of his eyes. I belong to myself,” she said, “and my husband is dead.

“What about men?”

“I have them,” she said, straight and direct. “I like young men she said. “That’s good,” he said. “Means I’ve got a chance.” His boyish charm came on strong.

“Of course,” she said, matter of factly. “You’re nice-looking.”

He was silent, then he asked her quickly, “Are you visiting somewhere or what?”

“No, I’m staying at a hotel.”

“Where?”

She didn’t answer, but smiled sweetly. He got the point. Okay, he’d play it her way. He fingered some background chords. “That group over there.. You with them?”

“They’re people who knew my husband. He was in the oil business. Texts oil. Ranchland Oil. You may know the company.

Who didn’t? Nathan thought. He had to play it right now.

“Of course you have to remain with their party,” ha said, “since they were associates of your husband.” He was really asking a question, but she was already ahead of him

“I’ll set away,” she said and leaned forward to touch his lips with the tip of her soft fingers. That ring was directly in his view. It was all he could do to hold her gaze and not stare at the diamond. “I wanted to get away from them in the first place,” she admitted. Then she added, “Didn’t you know?”

And that was how it started.

Later, Nathan Warner lay naked on the bed in her Beverly Hills suite. That was where it turned out she was staying. What the hell? Nancy could worry about her own hangups tonight, he was thinking.

Paulette had wanted him undressed and she. wanted a bath. So he lay there and watched her through the open door of the tiled bathroom, waiting He was anxious.

Paulette took her time. She dried ceremoniously, then came out of the bathroom nude. Her skin was a light bronze. She was skinny enough and not flabby. Her legs were marked by little blue veins. She kept her tits pushed high with one arm. They were starting to sag, but they were still all there.

What she must have been at one time! Nathan thought. She moved slowly across the pile carpet to the bed. Her feet were bony and bare, and there was something very sensuous about them. She stopped beside the bed and looked down at him. She dropped the small towel.. Nathan was looking at her, reveling in the daintiness of her body. This woman had him going, and how.

“You’re looking at me,” she said.

“That I am. Your body is beautiful.”

She was looking at him, too, in eyes examining all of his body. He knew that all of her very being was beckoning for him to touch her. He reached up and cupped her hips with his hands. He felt them twitch slightly. She still wore the diamond ring. Nathan turned and reached for the bedlamp switch to turn it off.

“No,” she said. “Keep the light on. I want to see you make love to”

“Sure,” he said huskily. “I’m for that too.” He reached for those beautiful tits and felt them. The two tips hardened, and she breathed heavily. He pulled her down and their lips met. Her thighs were touching his and her tits were flat against his chest. She pressed hard up against his stomach. His cock was pulsating. She understood and raised her ass, as if searching for his hard prick. He could feet the vibrant trembling of her body, yet she seemed to hesitate.

She suddenly twisted to one side and lay down alongside him. She half raised herself on one elbow and. ran her hands over his chest and stomach, moving her hands lower and lower Then she did a curious thing. She lifted and shifted her position bent his left leg up and stroked the kneecap.

“Why that?” Nathan asked.

“Because I remembered something.’ She shivered. Her eyes were now deep and burning, like oval pools of bloodshot amber. “Make love to me,” she whispered. “All over.”

Her lips were parted and he kissed her. A moan gurgled in her throat. He knew now what to. He moved his lips over to the tip of her left tit, then kissed it. She held him tight and twisted her body; she had a strange look in her eyes.

Goose pimples prickled along his spine. He couldn’t recall any woman who had responded so passionately. He suddenly wanted to oblige her in everything. The soft quivering of her feminity urged Nathan forward. Her passion was contagious. She pushed his head downward and he smelled the fresh-skin fragrance of her bath.

“Force me,” she whispered. Her breathing increased, and he knew what she wanted and that she was near. Suddenly, he wanted her to have it his way. Really wanted her to.

Her entire body went straight, then bowed. Slowly, hesitantly, she spread her legs and then straddle his head. His tongue shot into her cunt, grinding against her gash.. She moved frantically as he rubbed his hands on her tits, his fingers pinching the erect nipples while he groaned into the hollow of her seeping snatch. His sucking became a simmering hysteria, and now he could fee! the thrill of her ass-hole tightening around his finger.

His hands slid beneath the cheeks of her ass, squeezed them, parted them, helped them to bob up and don on his lapping tongue, and all the while her hips were moving in a steady fucking motion beneath him, steadily increasing in fanaticism.

“Mmmmmm, love it, love it! Gonna eat you alive!” he moaned into her cunt. She could feel his whiskers rasping, against her clit as tongue probed again and again into her juicy cunt, his teeth gently biting now and then at the fleshy outer lips.

Nathan was still munching between Paulette’s thighs, his head bobbing back and forth, and it looked. like she was about to go crazy. She was slack, mouth open, tongue hanging out. Nathan’s cock was stiff, thick and pulsing, and her eyes found it like it was a lost lover. She began to gobble at his prick frantically, plunging her little nose into his crotch bush, twisting her head as she licked up and down. Nathan just kept on sucking at her sopping gash, sucking the juices from deep in her fuck-hole. He felt her shudder and beard her growling on his prick like a lunatic.

Then Paulette rolled over, straddled Nathan and sank down on his cock. She sat there, quite still, his cock deep inside her cunt. Then, little by little, she became amass of groans and graceful whimpers as her taut and clamping cunt poised and strained, receiving again and again the hard length of his prick, every joyful inch of it.

Nathan was now jamming, stuffing, sludging his long, hot cock up her cunt until it slammed into the end of her hole. His prick went in right to his balls basking in the warm juice rushing everywhere inside her horny cunt, and he knew that she was ready again.

Paulette clutched and pressed her legs around his haunches, jamming his prick firmly inside her cunt again as Nathan fucked her with all his might. He roamed his hands again over the pushy tits and Paulette came again, pumping her ass in fresh hunger, wanting still more. He could see an inner glow lighting this strange woman’s face, and her smooth, round, resilient tit-flesh began to heave even faster. The rich crimson of her cunt stretched round the base of his cock, holding it, and her nostrils flared. Her knees were drawn up high and she screamed when his hot jizz gushed into her cunt in a flood, and new moans rose, rolled upward and echoed in one stifled gasp.

Her chin came forward on her chest, watching. Her expression was like none he had ever seen. It was a thing that came in waves for her, like tides coming in and out. Her, cries echoed in the room. A subconscious sense of fear ran up his spine.

Now he worked alone and relief was fast coming and short-lived, pleasant and easy and a solitary letdown to the passion she had stirred within him. There was now no mutual response from her. He didn’t mind. Lying there, both their emotions spent, sleep came to her first.

Her legs were entwined with his and he cupped a lit with one hand. He felt serene and comfortable and secure, and momentarily put all thoughts of tomorrow out of his mind. When he drifted off to sleep, the light was still on.

And that was the very way it was the first night Nathan Warner, the Mon Cherie piano player, spent with Mrs. Paulette Du Bois, the widow of the founder of . that post World War II business phenomenon, Ranchland Oil of Houston, Texas.

He later vaguely recalled that she stirred at one time tor other and got out of bet that was all he remembered until he felt for her body and discovered she was gone.

He always awoke slowly. It took Nathan Warner a while to recognize his surroundings. Then he remembered. Beverly Hilton! Without opening his eyes. he called: “Paulette.” Thank goodness he remembered her name. “Paulette?”

There was no reply. He sat up in bed and looked at his watch on the table. It was 2:00. It was the next day. He noticed the bed light was off. The air conditioning in the room was chilly. He staggered over and pulled the curtains, then checked the bathroom. She wasn’t there. He was naked so he pulled the curtains and showered. It felt good.

Where the hell was the woman?

He finished showering and got out of the tub to dry. Then he saw a safety razor and blades on the hand basin. They were new. He lathered and shaved. Damned thoughtful of her, he thought.

He went back into the bedroom and found his underwear. On the coffee table was a white hotel envelope. It was propped against an ashtray. He finished dressing, then picked it up.

“I’ll be a sonofabitch!”

There was forty dollars in the envelope and the note was to him. It was written in an erratic hand, but was easy to read: “Dear Nathan, I have some business to take care of. Thank you for last night. I’ll leave this money for you. Perhaps you’ll need…”

“And how, sister, he muttered. “You don’t know the half of it.” He read on: “I’ll be busy all day. Please meet me here at nine o’clock tonight; we’ll have dinner in Little Tokyo. All for you. Don’t worry about the club. Tell the owner to find a new piano player.” Ha ha. It was signed “Paulette”..

This would be a tight squeeze, he realized. Nathan felt he couldn’t let Buck Pappas down. He looked at his watch. Time was moving on. Maybe lie could get a fill-in at the club. Ha knew a broad that played some piano.. Her number? He racked his brain. What if she couldn’t play in his place?

He stood there in the middle of the room and thought about it A wealthy, unattached, attractive widow with forty dollars already on the barrel head and Buck Pappas owing him for a week’s piano-playing. There was no question. He had to keep the appointment.

He didn’t think about the scene last night. He would think about that later. Maybe he’d have to make it again, but it didn’t bother hint yet. Still he hated like hell to let Buck Pappas down. If he stood him up, Buck would be stuck, and there’s nothing worse than a piano bar without a piano player; So he wouldn’t, he decided. He’d go back to his and Nancy’s apartment and find that lady piano player’s number. He couldn’t remember her last name. He juggled his time mentally. Dozen and one things to do.

“Christ, I got to move,” he muttered. He scratched on the envelope; “Okay, Empress. I’ll be back. Thanks for the dough. Your slave,”

On the way back to the apartment, he ran some errands, then bought a little booze and a few groceries.

Nancy was there when he opened the apartment door. The place was tidy and she was on the couch with a magazine, her grease face still on, and the television going. The ashtray in front of her was full of cigarettes. And the room was full of smoke.

“Hello, Nancy!” he said. He took his bundle on into the kitchen and put the ham and cheese into the refrigerator. He put the liquor up on the liquor shelf. The lack of response was obvious. He called out from the kitchen. “Like me to mix you a drink?”

“No thank you.”

She burned him. He ignored her sarcasm and brought in his suit. He went into the bedroom and hung it up. Then he opened his desk drawer and started looking for the piano player’s address. He ignored Nancy.

“At least you could come over and kiss me,” she said.

“I thought you were waiting to write me an invitation;” he said.

He hopped across the floor, hoping he hadn’t overdone the sarcasm. Bending, he took her chin in his hand, lifted her face and kissed her. Nancy had deep full lips, soft and pliable and moist. Even with her grease face on, she was good-looking girl, he was thinking. He pulled her up and saw she didn’t have anything on under her dressing gown. Her tits were firm and full. He kissed her until suddenly her arms went around his shoulders and she buried her face on his chest. She squeezed him tighter than usual.

“Hey, baby. Whatcha doing home in the afternoon?” he asked.

“Wailing for you. What else?”

“You know you don’t have to wait brine.”

“I don’t know. I just wanted to see you.”

“That’s great, sugar. He kissed her. long and sweet. “I always want to see you, too,” he whispered.

“I ‘know things are bad for both of us. Sometimes I wonder what we are going to do. I’m just about at the end of my rope.”

“Want me to get out, he asked.

“No, of course not, darling. I just want, I don’t know. .. I want to work things out for us both.”

“Well, when I first moved in, you didn’t tell me you were hard up, too. But when you said get out and work or git, I’ve been there pounding that piano until sometimes I think I never want to see another one.”

“Darling, I know how bad it is for you. I’m sorry. I wish you could get something soon.

He remembered. “Nancy, what about Weindorf…

your producer date last night? I forgot to ask She turned her head away and was quiet for a moment. He wanted to ask her, but didn’t know how. It wasn’t easy to live with a woman and wonder if she’d had to put out for a producer, no matter what kind of an arrangement you ‘ye made with her about both going your own way. Nathan knew very well that a man may think he doesn’t mind sharing a woman, but eventually it gets under his skin. Nancy answered for him “If you mean would I have to sleep with hint the answer is yes and no. Yes, I’ll have to put out if I get the part, and no, I didn’t and I won’t. Is that what you wanted to know?”

Nathan burned despite himself. He felt his face grow red. He patted her shoulder and slid his hands down to her well-rounded hips. She didn’t have her panties on either.

“Nathan,” Nancy whispered. “I’m in love with you. Don’t you know?”

“Sure, baby. Sure, I love you, too,” he said.

“No,” she said. “You don’t. Not the way I do.”

“What’s this sentiment all of a sudden?”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I kept wanting to get away from Weindorf last night and come to you. I had a feeling that came over me all of a sudden, as if something was happening to you. I finally ditched him just after two, and rushed back here. I went to bed and waited and you didn’t come. It never bothered me before. But last night, I wanted to have you in my arms something awful.”

“Baby, I’ve never heard you say anything sweeter. If I’d known, I would have come on home.

She pushed back in his arms and looked up at him. Nathan was surprised. There were tears in her eyes and he’d never known Nancy to go sentimental. She was just a dumb k*d. And would do anything for, her career. Yes, so dumb.. . as much as she was beautiful.

“Where were you last night?” she asked.

He couldn’t help but laugh but a tremor ran up his spine. He didn’t know if he liked it or not.

She’d never asked that before.

“Don’t laugh, Nathan, please. I worried about you all night and today when I didn’t hear, I went out and called your answering service several times.”

“I know,!’ he said. “They told me.”

“It’s no good, is it? I mean, to worry about someone so much. I wish I never met you that day on Hollywood Boulevard.”

He pulled her back down onto the couch. She turned and cuddled against him; He felt her tit and left his hand there. “Do you really want to know the truth?” he asked.

“Not if you don’t want me to. I have no right to ask. I don’t want to be falling in love with you, but .I am. I know it complicates things.”

“How?”

“Like last night. Don’t you understand? All the while he was pawing me, I was thinking about you.

Nancy didn’t tell him about the previous evening but the memory shot through her mind. Weindorf, the producer, had been something else! Of course she couldn’t tell Nathan that, and the grip of guilt made her shudder. It was true, she had been thinking of Nathan while Weindorf was fucking her, but it had been obscene just the same. And she hadn’t been thinking of the part Weindorf might give her either. No, she had to admit to herself now, she had been thinking of nothing but coming, being fucked amidst all that luxury. But that didn’t mean she didn’t low Nathan.

“I’m gonna eat your cunt until you die!” Weindorf’ had said, beckoning her to the bed. “And then I’m gonna fuck your pussy until it screams!”

“Animal,” she said, and smiled warmly. Her pink nipples stiffened when he said the word “pussy”. She slid her sheer panties down, exposing a bush of wet hair that marked a perfect triangular arrow, pointing directly to an already moistening cunt. Her thighs were white-white, firm and long. Her belly was flat and beginning to heave a little faster now in expectation of that hot-blooded cock she knew he was warming beneath the bed covers. The center of the bed was swelling to the shape of a miniature tent.

“Come get fucked, sweet woman. You’ll feel better afterwards, and then we’ll talk.”

She rolled her nylons down with teasing movements, and then slid in between the sheets. He felt her lips peel open as the tip of her tongue drove firmly against his teeth. She wriggled it in circles inside his mouth, licking slowly at his palate.

His hands slipped down her back until he felt his fingers moving on the supple cheeks of her ass, and he held them for a moment, lifting the soft mounds of flesh, then massaging them. He dug his, strong fingers firmly into the rounded cheeks, separating them widely before probing one joint of the finger until her ass-hole was lubricated smoothly, and she came wildly alive.

She lifted the covers while he was doing this and stared down at the thumping head of his cock pressing strongly into the swell of her thigh Nancy. licked the palm of hand with her wet tongue and gripped the hardness of the thick, hot prick.

She felt his breath coming faster on her cheek, and then his tongue was. lashing about in her mouth, tasting the sweet juices other saliva.

His big hand dosed on her lit, and he played with it gently, elongating the nipple between two fingers. At her asshole, his other hand worked a finger up to the second joint. . .

She panted into his mouth, her tongue seeking his, as if to calm it. Their tongues met and they licked each other, making wet sounds with their juices. His body lifted, his cock searching for the warmth of her wet cunt. And then she felt his prick glide into the lubricated ache of her gash, searching deep into her hole, finding its snug home when her cunt-lips. hugged at its very base. Her nails clawed at his back, reaching downward until they met his ass. She brought her fingers under his body and found his ass-hole. She circled it gently with the tip of her finger. One finger found the hole. in, out. In, out.

She adapted her own rhythm fucking motion, gyrating her hips and wet-haired cunt mound in time with his movements, allowing herself to savor every moment of his withdrawals, his slow plunge a. She settled herself for his first come as he drove his prick more securely into her heavily juiced hole.

Revolving his hips, he made his cock rotate in a circle inside that hot, clinging pussy. She ground against his prick, clenched and unclenched her hole on it as his ass-diddling finger sent great shocks up and down her spine. Her cut was swollen to bursting, and. she rubbed it harder into his crotch hair.

Now his cock stopped its motion and stuck rigidly inside her fuck-hole, as if trapped in the fleshy cunt walls embracing it.

She came once, and then again, moaning on his mouth; but she didn’t want him to come. Not yet. All the muscles in her stomach, cunt and ass were rolling and gyrating at the same time, but in different directions and she was coming for a third time, the floodgates opening widely, the juices flowing freely.

Then, in a giant gush, she felt like she was drowning in his sperm. She made a funny little sound as the thick jizz hit home.

Wanton with lust, she then licked his limp cock dry of her own syrupy cunt-juice and his cum. She licked until his prick hardened and he came again, shooting jizz deep into her mouth, and she swallowed hard against its thick, buttery gush.

That was in truth what had happened the night before with Weindorf, but she couldn’t bring herself to tell Nathan the truth. She turned her head away and was quiet for a moment.

Nancy stretched out on her back, looking at him. She seemed to have a new tenderness in her eyes. He unfastened her belt and her dressing gown slid open. She put her arms around him, pulled him down to her.

“Baby, baby,” she murmured heatedly. Already her nipples were hardening in their dark circles. His fingers played on them as if they were piano keys, and she gasped softly. His hot, moist tongue soon replace the fingers There was that insistent pounding deep within her cunt.

Then his tongue was lower, weaving around the small wet spire of her cut, and he expertly vibrated it between his lips, letting his tongue thrust farther into the slithery saltiness of her gash.

“Oh, God! Ooh, God!” she moaned.

Then he gripped the bobbing cunt between his teeth, nibbling it gently.

“Bite,” Nancy hissed between clenched teeth. “Bite it off, hon.”

His mouth ate deeper into her wet, fleshy gash, sucking, biting, gasping. He moved around until Nancy had his hot cock in her mouth, gulping it. Her jaws locked his prick like a vise, wouldn’t let. go of the bobbing meat. Together, that way, they came gloriously.

He held her close, his lips buried beneath her ear.

“Did… did you have someone last night?” she asked.

“No, darling. Of course not,” he said. “I stayed away for. . . you know, for the producer. I went home with Buck Pappas, slept late, and took care of some things this afternoon. You know the rest.”

Suddenly, her eyes were shining. She believed him and was happy. She snuggled deeper into his embrace. And a warmth that only Nathan seemed able to give her crept over her body. Only this man could make her feel all woman Later, Nancy was all sweetness and affection; and Nathan too.

“I’m in love. I’m in love. I’m in love,” she sang and bounced around the room. He laughed and caught up with her and patted her on the naked ass. She was a sight to see, he thought, with her flimsy dressing gown streaking out behind her and all creation open in front.

He was pretty well fucked out. But he kept a careful look at the time. He still hadn’t had, a chance to get out and call the girl piano player. He hated to do that to Buck Pappas, but he felt compelled to keep the appointment with Paulette.

Maybe Nancy would dress and go out shortly, he thought. She usually headed off for coffee with the girls about now; if she didn’t have a date br something. But she didn’t show any immediate sign of leaving.. Finally, he asked her, “Sugar, aren’t you going out?”

“No!” she said, just like that. “Why?”

“Nothing. You usually see the girls. I’ve got to get to the club soon. About thirty minutes.”

“I’m not going out tonight, and maybe not ever again.

“Whoa. That’s harsh.”

“I’ve found my man.”

She grabbed him and hugged him and kissed him full on the lips. She gently used the tip of her tongue and licked his eyelids, his earlobe, and gain kissed his lips. Bitch, silly or not, she was sweet, he thought.

Her eyes were all bright and shining. Finally, she let go and went into the kitchen. He hopped into the shower, came out and started dressing. He smelled food. “Hey, what’s that?” he called out.

She came in with a plate full of ham, eggs, and cheese sandwiches. They looked good. He started in on them hungrier than usual. She went back for coffee. This was something, Nathan was thinking. Food in this apartment was always every man for himself. Now here was Nancy acting like a regular housewife or something.

Nancy stood there watching him eat. She refastened her gown belt. “Darling,” she said. “I’m going to stay home tonight, write some letters, and wait for you. If I go to sleep, I’ll get up and fix you something to eat. And tomorrow night, I’m going to cook you a nice dinner.”

“You flipped or something?”

“Oh, Nathan, I’ve found you.”

“Baby, you’ve had, me all the time,” he said. Shit. She had it bad. He really felt tender toward her.

“I’m going out tomorrow and try to find a job. A regular job.”

“What about your career?” he asked; dubious.

“If I make it, I make it. If not, I’ve got you.”

“You’ll get the breaks if you keep on. You’ve got the talent and the looks.”

“1 can’t Not anymore. It’s ridiculous, I know, but I’m in love with you,” she said. “Oh, darling, I forgot.” “What?”

“There’s a male part in Weindorf’s picture just list for you. Second lead. His budget is low, so he might use a new face. Needs a good looking guy like you.”

“Fat chance I got. My agent won’t even see Weindorf. They don’t get along.”

“No, dear. What I mean is… I told him about you.”

He was surprised. “About us, you mean? Baby, you’ve mined your chance.”

“I didn’t exactly tell him that way,”‘ she faltered trying to explain. “When he was talking about the roles, I kept thinking about you, and I… well., I told him I knew a guy who was just right for the part. I said you were a… a cousin.”

She turned beet-red. Shit… maybe she might get away with it, he thought. Be a helluva thing if Nancy got him to Weindorf where his genius agent couldn’t or wouldn’t. – “Great girl. You did right, Nancy. Look, if you could set up a meeting some way . . . say you have him over some night, and I’ll drop by, see?”

She was silent for a moment. “Do you really want me to, Nathan?”

“Sure, honey. That’d be great. You could pass me off as a cousin. I meet him, have a few drinks, and I’d blow, see.”

She gave him a funny stare. Sometimes he couldn’t get her at all. Little tear pockets formed, then she wiped them away and laughed. Or tried to laugh. It was a cross between a chuckle and a sob.

“All right; darling. If you really want, I’ll do it for you.”

“Know what that’l1 make you?” he asked

“It could make me a sort of working housewife.” She blushed and lowered her glance. Her words hit him. He didn’t mean it that way at all. God, one thing he didn’t need now was a money eyed girl hanging around.

Nathan finished dressing, ate all of the sandwiches and coffee, and went to look once more for the piano player’s name and phone number. He didn’t want Nancy to know, because it still bothered him about what he was going to do to Buck Pappas if he didn’t get somebody to take his place. He moved around, restless, then he remembered what Nancy said about waiting up. Sonofabitch! He didn’t want her to do that. Suppose he couldn’t get away from the wealthy widow until morning? Above all, he didn’t want to upset his chances with all that Texas gold before he really got the lay of the land.

“Say, Nancy. Don’t wait up for me. Go on to bed and-”

“You will be back when you close, won’t you?”

“Sure. Sure!”

She looked relieved. It annoyed him. He was thinking of the rich dame, the Beverly Hilton, and that South African lodestone. Maybe there’d, be another forty. .or more.

“Look, Nancy. I met a guy that’s got something going with Producer’s Studio. Small deal. But if he comes in, I may have coffee with him for an hour or so. Could be something.”

He was lying like hell, but it relieved him. She was all tender smiles, “Oh, darling.. Of course. I’ll go to sleep and dream of this afternoon, and you can wake me when you come.” She walked into his arms and slid her arms under his suit coat. “Don’t tell anyone, but I’ll be .. . in the nude for love.” She squeezed him. “Run along or you’ll be late.”

He kissed her and left. She was standing still with the doorway still slightly open watching him depart just like a dutiful wife. Fuck that! He got sweaty in his palms thinking of it.

He started the MG and kept the top down. He knew he should go straight to the club and tell Buck. Instead, he headed up into the Hollywood hills, not particularly thinking of any destination, rode around awhile, looking at the cars and dames, thinking, then drove ever to the Beverly Hilton. He hunted for an un metered unrestricted parking post, which put him three blocks away. He walked back to the hotel.

“Well, Empress.” he muttered, “if you got forty bucks worth last night, I’ll try for eighty tonight.”

He sure as hell needed the money.

As he walked back towards the hotel, he couldn’t help thinking about ‘Nancy and that love-struck look in her eyes. She was Willing to blow her own chance to get a part in a movie; but would do anything to get him a part. It didn’t make sense, he told himself. Not in Hollywood anyway. And to make matters worse, his conscience bothered him; not only about Nancy, but also what he was doing to Buck Pappas.

“Man, you better get your head on straight! First things first. And right now you need some operating money because without it, you ain’t got nuthin’ no how.”

His pace quickened and he found himself grinning at the difference twenty-four hours had made in his life. A beautiful woman with lots of money walked into his life and suddenly he’s worrying about hurting the feelings of the very people that were down on him the day before. Yesterday, Nancy sent him off to the club bitching about rent money; and when he got there, Buck Pappas pleaded poverty when he asked for his back pay. Today, everyone was singing a different tune.

He liked the new lyrics better.

Paulette Du Bois of Ranchland Oil may have been in that foggy bottom age between forty and forty-five, but she was dressed for game that night when Nathan Warner met her. Nathan didn’t know then that it took her two hours to app1y her makeup so that it would take a microscope to find those spider-web wrinkles of the night before on her face. Her features reminded him of a beautiful Japanese wax doll, especially when he saw she had her hair done up in the curious Oriental manner she used.

Paulette was wearing the most gorgeous-colored Japanese kimono he’d ever seen. Sexy as all hell! And those kimonos cost like hell, too.

She looked silly. She bowed low to him when she opened the door. Then raised up quickly. Her movements were jerky . and awkward. Bitch! Nathan thought. Why the hell . don’t American women realize they can’t wear kimonos?

“Do you like my kimono?” she asked, trying to delicately spin around for him.

“And how! Do I!” he said. “You were my lucky night.”

“I hope so,” she said.

“But why the special rig?”

“For our Japanese dinner,” she said. “We’ll have Japanese sukiyaki tonight, and I just knew you’d love me to wear a kimono. I’m small, like Japanese women.

“Paulette, you’re great. Sukiyaki sounds terrific.” He didn’t really like it. Chinese food was his fare, not Japanese. But he could take it.

“You have a valid driver’s license, don’t you?” she asked.

“Sure, why?”

“I’ve arranged for a rental car.”

“I’ll be damned!” he said, then remembered Buck Pappas. He asked to use the phone. Hell, since he was going out with her, Paulette could just as well hear. Might make a point.

“Paulette, I’ve got to call the club. I di4w’t geta chance yet.”

“Sure,” she said, unconcerned.

He dialed the club number. Buck Pappas came on like a demon. Nathan had to shake his ear and hod the receiver out six inches. Pappas was talking Greek, English, and a little Egyptian as well. It culminated with: “Where in the hail are you?”

“Buck, I’m sorry, but I can’t make it. Something important.”

The receiver smoked. Buck started calling Nathan an assortment of names.

“Look, big boss man. You. can’t squawk. I got last week’s money coming.”

Buck called him some more dirty names.

“Screw you,” Nathan said. “I can’t make it.” He saw Paulette had paused and was listening. Buck hung up on him. Nathan covered real quick by talking. “Okay, Buck I know how much it means to you. I value your friendship. I won’t let you down, if that’s the only way you’ll pay me for last week. I’ll be there. I’ll just have to explain to someone.”

He was talking into a dead phone but Paulette was listening now with both ears. When Nathan turned to her, he screwed up his face. “Empress, he called, to her. “This is terrible. I can’t let the club down. You heard. He owes me for last week, and if I don’t play tonight, he won’t pay me a cent. Gee, honey, I’m sorry . .” he said. She was watching him.

“It’s the only way, honey. I got to show up,” he added.

“Is it the responsibility or the money that worries you?”

“Honey, it’s both. But the pinch is worse on me because Buck can get by without me for one night, but I can’t get by without the money.”

She walked to the couch and picked up her purse. “How much does this club owner owe you, my dear?” she asked.

It was working. He thought quick. “Twenty bucks a night… five nights a week and twenty for last night.”

She opened her purse and took out a roll of bills and handed them to him. “Please count out $120 for your services and consider that you are paid,” she paid.

It was his turn to be petrified. He knew he looked stupid with the roll in his hand, but he did as he was told. The roll must have come to at least $800. He handed her the balance of it.

“Paulette, I don’t know what to say.” He didn’t really. This was far better than the eighty he was hoping for and the dinner was yet to come.

“Please don’t talk about it any more then,” she said. “It’s just as well. Perhaps I have something that may interest you. I need a driver while I’m here in L.A.”

So this was the angle. Nathan Warner didn’t hesitate. He took hold of her hands. “I’m the man, sweetheart,” he said. “I’ll be your slave, Empress.”

“But first, I must see if you’re a good driver or not.”

She looked at him curiously. He knew what she was getting at. He felt suddenly like a lamb going to slaughter. He’d have to figure her out later.

“Didn’t I pass last night?” he asked.

“One cannot judge with only one test,” she replied.

“Well then, when do we start?” he asked.’ She got on the phone again and asked for her car to be brought around front. She didn’t wear a coat over her Japanese kimono but she did pull a velvet black shawl around her shoulders. They went down the elevator and out through the lobby. Jackie Kennedy couldn’t have gotten. more attention. It embarrassed Nathan, but the widow was oblivious to the stares she received.

Out front, Nathan figured she had something rented like a Rambler or Ford. Not so. A big black Caddy was sitting there as big and formidable as a Roman chariot and looked as much to Nathan.

They got in, with proper doorman assistance. The desk clerk came running out with the papers for the car…all smiles for her, and looking down his nose at Nathan. The kimono, the Cadillac, the clerk, the stares; all irritated the hell out of Nathan. He cursed under his breath. “Fuckin’ nut!”

Paulette reached over and turned the key for him. It was one of the little hidden things in the maze of dashboard decor. They got out into the street in one piece. He could feel Paulette laughing at him under her silence.

“You’ve used a Cadillac before, I see,” he said sourly.

“Of course. My husband and I used a new one each year.”

“Empress, I don’t mean to be personal, but when did your husband die?”

“Of course not,” she said, serious enough. “Two months ago.”

“I’ll be damned!”

“What you mean, Nathan dear, is that you’re surprised that I went with you so quickly.”

“If truth you want, truth you’ll get. Yes.”

“Do you want to know my story now or later?”

“Split it, sweetheart.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Tell me half now and half later.”

She laughed and inched closer. “My husband died of a heart attack. Quite suddenly. He was in London. I went there for his body. I sent his body home to Houston, and traveled to the Orient. I’d just flown in when we met. I didn’t go to his funeral. He would have wanted it like that.”

“Sweetheart, since we’re truthful, I’ll ask something else. Did you love your husband?”

“Love? I respected him deeply, and isn’t respect as valuable as love?”

“Relative, little girl, relative, in my opinion.”

“He loved me deeply and that was more important.”

“Do you have anything to do with. Ranchland Oil now?”

“I own Ranchland Oil. My husband left the company to me. He was very independent and very successful. We owned all the stock.” She laughed. She knew from his expression that it puzzled him.

She went on: “My husband was a very good businessman. He surrounded himself with good men. It, would not be good for me to actively participate in the owning of the business, so I take long vacations and live any place I choose.’?

Nathan found himself wondering suddenly what kind of man her husband had been.. He wanted to ask more, but he didn’t.

“Do you have any c******n?” he asked.

He saw a cloud pass over her face, an tried a guessing game. She had c******n! She did not reply right away.

“Perhaps that’s the half that I’ll tell you about some other time.”

“Good girl.” he said. “Well, boss lady, you re the financier, so where do you want this driver to drive?” He tried to brighten things.

“Little Tokyo,” she said. “I have a reservation at the New Ginza!” ‘They had a terrific time, bantering and joking through dinner, then wandering down Hollywood Boulevard before heading back to the hotel.

He was still happy though, and once inside the hotel room he asked Paulette for another drink. She ordered a bottle of Scotch and had it sent up while. he was in the bathroom before he had a chance to tell her that Scotch left him hung over like Herod the day after. He really drank only bourbon.

She mixed him a Scotch and soda, and fixed one for herself; then she disappeared into the bedroom half of the suite and started changing her kimono. He could hear her humming little snatches of tunes to herself. He reined on the sofa, kicked off his shoes, then remembered to stand up and get his coat and tie off.

Finally she came out in a little blue and white cotton thing shaped like a wrap-around beach towel. It had the same effect on Nathan because she didn’t have anything else on. He knew because he reached around and found out. She pulled his hand back out from underneath the fold-over.

“Nathan is a naughty boy!”

“Then mix me another one, boss lady, please, ma’am!”

She leaned over and kissed him instead. It was then he noticed the little wrinkles again.

“Phew, Empress!” he said. “You’re really something. Go on, mix that drink. Otherwise I’ll lose steam at the top of the hill!”

She laughed. She was right, this old girl. She fixed his drink and nibbled at his ear while he sipped it.

“I like you, Nathan,” she said.

He pulled her to him and felt her tits beneath the cotton smock. She kicked off her slippers and curled up in his arms and let him play with her. As different as she was from Nancy, there was something about her that excited him. She undid his belt and his hard prick sprang out. By now, he wasn’t thinking about much else.

And that that’s where things started fading for Nathan. The saki, dinner, and now the Scotch all added up. Re remembered reaching for her and pulling tier down onto the deep pile carpet. He pulled the belt off her dressing towel and opened it. That small, creamy body, even if it was rough-hauled, turned him on in a big way. He kissed her tits and bit hard on one.

“Ouch! Nathan, please!”

He pressed his body against her and felt himself falling. Over . and over, spinning, going, gone! Although things were foggy, maybe he noticed then he didn’t really know that all this while she just lay there with her legs straight out and face turned to one side. That was strange. . She stirred and kissed him. She reached over and tickled his stomach. . Then she eased him back onto his back.

“You’re drunk,” she said, touching the tip of his nose with her finger., “Gloriously so darling!”

She got up and started pulling his clothes off. He tried to help, but couldn’t. Vaguely, he remembered that she went to the bathroom and came out with a wet wash towel.

Paulette got him to his feet and he staggered around to the bed. She began kissing him again. No man could drop off to sleep with that He started to pull her down beside him but she said no, she would make love to him.

Nathan was really vague by then, but it was glorious. There he was naked, and she ran her hands over his body, over his arms… down his 1egs… across his chest. She felt and massaged every nook and muscle she could find. The massage was soothing and all he had to do was enjoy it. He half dozed and got ready to make love to her again.

“No, don’t exert yourself. I love to look at your body. You’re so handsome. Let me massage you,” she said. She did! Dainty little twinkle-fingers walking up and down his spine and he loved it.

That was the night she did something strange for the first time. He didn’t think anything about it then, because he had been drinking.

“Nathan, darling,” she said. “I want to do something different. Do you mind?”

He understood her. For some reason, he didn’t care. He imagined Paulette might want to do something odd. What she did was odd enough, all right, but he wasn’t sober enough to realize it then.

“Sweetheart, you just go right ahead.”

“Then close your eyes!”

He did, but nothing happened right away. She just kept tickling and kissing him. He drifted off to. sleep. He felt his hands and legs being moved about.., but this was part of the sensuous pleasure he was enjoying. He was vaguely conscious that she was giving him some ever-so-light flat hand slaps around his legs and hips. It stung but he didn’t really mind. Not then, anyway.

Nathan wanted to turn over. He pulled, but his arms wouldn’t move. Little Paulette giggled. He opened his eyes, and pulled again. He woke up, groggy

“Don’t be silly, darling,” she said. “Just sleep.”

He tried shaking his head to clear it. He wanted to know what it was she liked to do. It seemed to Nathan his legs were stuck to something.

“Nathan, guess what! I’ve put tape on your arms and legs and tied you to the bed,”

“Damn my soul. You have?” he said groggily. He looked and there were two-inch wide bands of tape around his wrists and ankles and running off the edge of the bed. The joke was on him. He laughed. “Empress, you got yourself a slave now.”

“I like to watch your body this way,” she said. Oh, well. Everybody’s got a different tuning fork.. Some vibrate on various levels. He tried to turn his wrist so he could check his watch, but Paulette had already taken it off his arm. It couldn’t last long. he, figured. He’d go soon. “Honey, enjoy what you like,” he said.

“Can I, Nathan, darling?”

“Sure” And there’s more for sale, he wanted to say.

She kissed him, all soft and tender, and started massaging again. He wasn’t uncomfortable so he drifted off. Then he became conscious of her patting him again just enough to cause a stinging sensation. She was busy at it. It hurt a little.

“Whoa there girl,” be said. “A beat mule can’t work, you know.”

She just laughed – little tickling sounds, he was later to recall She popped him a few good flat-handed licks and let it go at that. She started twinkle-fingering him again. Ah, this was pleasure, he thought.

But then, to Nathan’s horror, he saw Paulette held a leather whip in her hand! She began to lash the bare flesh of his legs, and the whole scene took on a wild, weird frenzy that, even in his grogginess, Nathan found both repellent and overwhelming in excitement. Feverishly, Paulette brought the whip down twice three times, the urgency of her strong tensions most apparent as the whip again thrust up and down like a flickering light.

He could see in her eyes that she wanted to become more frantic in her attack on his bristling fresh. It was evident, too, that she wanted to have his pain mount in intensity as her own urgency increased and yearned to be released. Her fiery eyes said she wanted to come this way; some of that explosion found its way to Nathan’s bare legs, and his wandering brain had to come to grips with the fact that this was real.

Paulette’s face left no doubt of what had. happened. It was real, all right. She was in ecstasy! Then she put down the whip and kissed each little bruise on his legs, licked them warmly. All pain disappeared almost as quickly as it had come. And Paulette was smiling! A sort of victory smile…

His head was bursting for sleep. Shortly afterward, he felt her on his stomach. Vaguely, he knew he had to get with it. He wished he hadn’t played so long because when a man doesn’t feel like marching up the walls of Jericho and blowing the bugles, it’s hell. He tried remembering the money. Nathan was working at it when it happened for her all little moans, quivers, tremors, animal cries, squeaks. and hisses. The works. Paulette was something to behold when she went into orbit, he realized. He was glad that she’d been satisfied at last for of course it was with his diligent assistance. He opened his eyes and it was dark. Damn. She’d turned the lights off and he didn’t know it.

She turned around, found his ear and whispered. “Thank you, Nathan darling.”

“Anytime, Empress,” he said. ‘I’m your driver, remember.”

“You will be more to me. Much, much more,” she said. “I like you very much. I need you.”

For some reason, Nathan felt an ice-cold prick of intuition twist in his stomach. The tone of her voice, perhaps. A last thought of Nancy came to his wind. He’d cross that bridge tomorrow. He was beat. He dozed off to a long and deep sleep. The last thing he remembered was Paulette being very easy and gentle as she undid the heavy tape from his wrists and ankles.