by Len Levinson
“Uh huh.” She darted out her tongue and licked away the juice that had formed around the little hole at the top. “Yummy.”
“Why don’t you put the whole thing in your mouth?” he wheedled.
She rubbed his cock against her flushing cheek. “I couldn’t,” she said.
“Sure you could.”
“It’s too big.”
“It’s not too big. Try it and you’ll see.”
“I really shouldn’t.”
“Sure you should.”
“What would my mother say?”
“I promise I won’t tell her.”
“But I’ve never done this before.”
“Sure you haven’t.”
She rubbed her lips against it. “I really haven’t.”
“I think you’re lying.”
She smiled. “I think you’re right.”
“Then go ahead. Another one more or less won’t matter.”
“But it’s too big.”
“Open your mouth wide, and I’m sure it’ll go right in.”
“Do you really think so?”
“I really do think so.”
“Well, I don’t suppose there’s any harm in trying.”
“Certainly not.”
She opened her mouth, and lowered it onto his cock. It went in nicely, just as they both knew it would. She caressed it with her tongue and lips and sighed, shivers passing over her body. “Mmmmmm,” she said.
“Like it?”
“Uh huh.”
“Why don’t you let it go in a little deeper?”
“Because I want to do it this way for awhile.” She continued massaging his cock with her lips and tongue, occasionally giving it a little suck that made his toes curl. Slowly she drew it deeper into her mouth until it touched the back of her throat, and then she rocked her head up and down on it, squeezing his shank with her long elegant fingers. Butler made fists to keep himself from coming, because he didn’t want to come so soon, and after a while she let his cock fall out of her mouth and commenced pressing soft kisses on his apricots. “This isn’t fair,” she said.
“Why not?” he asked, his head spinning.
“Because I’m doing something to you, and you’re not doing anything to me. You’re just lying there like a gluttonous disgusting male chauvinist pig.”
“What would you like me to do?”
“I want you to do it to me while I’m doing this to you.”
“At the same time?”
“Yes. And don’t give me any arguments because I’m a feminist and I don’t believe I should do anything for a man who doesn’t do the same thing for me, got it?”
“Well I must be a feminist myself, because I love to do that. Bring that sweet thing over here!”
“Butler!”
“What’s wrong now?”
“You’re making me blush.”
“I didn’t think feminists were supposed to blush.”
“Well we can and do.”
“I wonder if you’re blushing down there.”
“Butler!”
“Lemme see?”
“No.”
“C’mon.”
He put the palm of his hand on her smooth round fanny and moved it toward him. She walked her knees toward him and then straddled his face. He hugged her fanny and drew her fuzzy little lamb chop toward his lips.
“It’s beautiful,” he said, kissing its wet lips.
“No it’s not—it’s funny-looking.”
“Perhaps to you, but not to me.” He licked its wet lips. “And it’s delicious.”
“No it’s not.”
“Yes it is.”
“What does it taste like?”
“Champagne.”
“You’re just saying that to make me feel good.”
“No I’m not. I’m saying it because it’s true.”
He kissed it again and she nearly jumped out of her skin.
“Oh Butler,” she sighed. “That was wonderful.”
“I’ll do it again.”
He stuck his tongue deep inside her this time.
“I think I’m going to faint,” she whispered.
“Don’t faint, because you might miss something good.”
“Does it really taste like champagne?”
“The very finest vintage.”
“Then why is it that some men don’t like to do what you’re doing?”
“I guess they don’t like champagne.”
“Do you really like to do that, Butler?”
“I love to do it.”
“Oh Butler, I think you’re wonderful.”
“Then why don’t you put my thing back in your mouth.”
She opened her mouth and stuffed his cock into it, and he inserted his tongue into her tunnel of love. They squirmed against each other, drooling, licking, and kissing. He took the little pebble of her clitoris between his lips and nibbled it delicately, while she blew his bulge.
Just as Butler was on the point of exploding, just as Sheila’s hot champagne was about to flow, they heard sounds coming from the living room. Sheila drew away from Butler and stiffened. “Oh-oh,” she said, “it’s my roommate.”
“I didn’t know you had a roommate.”
“You know now. Don’t come in here!”
“Why not?” asked a female voice from the living room.
“Because I have company!”
“But I have to change clothes. I have a job interview.”
“Oh shit! We’ll wait a minute!” Sheila turned to Butler. “We’d better get under the covers.”
“Okay.”
They burrowed under the covers.
“Okay to come in now!” Sheila yelled.
A pretty brunette walked into the bedroom. “Oh my goodness,” she exclaimed when she saw Butler.
“Jody, this is Butler,” Sheila said.
“Hi Jody.”
“Hi Butler.”
“Isn’t he a dream?” Sheila asked.
Jody looked at him appreciatively and rolled her eyes. “He certainly is. Where’d you meet him?”
“He picked me up on the street.”
“Far out.”
“Hadn’t you better get your stuff for your job interview?”
“C’mon,” Butler said to Sheila, “don’t kick your roomie out because of me.”
“Yeah, stop rushing me,” Jody said. She looked sideways at Butler, who looked sideways at her. They smiled.
Sheila sat up in bed. “I think I’d better leave,” she said icily.
Butler put his arm around her supple waist. “Relax.”
Sheila shook loose from him. “She’s always flirting with my boyfriends!”
“You’re roommates and you should share everything.”
“You bastard!” Sheila swung at him but he caught her tiny fist in midair.
“You should be nicer to your roomie,” Butler said. He looked at Jody. “Why don’t you come over here and sit down? You look tired.”
“As a matter of fact I am kind of tired,” she replied, moving toward the bed. “I’ve been all over this damn city this morning.” She sat on the bed, hesitated a moment, then lay down. Butler now had an attractive young woman on either side of him.
“Feel better now?” he asked Jody.
“Much better, thank you.”
“How about you, Sheila?”
“Oh, I’m just wonderful,” Sheila said sarcastically.
“Now, now,” he said soothingly.
“Don’t ‘now, now’ me. She’s always flirting with my boyfriends.”
“Well, you’re always flirting with mine!” Jody said.
“I do not.”
“You do too.”
“Now girls,” Butler said. “It’s a beautiful day and we’re all nice people. We should try to be nice to each other.”
“Yeah,” said Jody.
“Fuck you,” replied Sheila.
Butler turned to Jody. “Why don’t you take off your clothes and get
under the covers with us?”
Sheila groaned. “I don’t believe I just heard that.”
“Well, if you don’t want me to,” Jody hesitated.
“Of course she wants you to,” Butler said.
“I don’t want her to! She’s always screwing my boyfriends!”
“But I thought roommates were supposed to share everything.”
“Not boyfriends.”
“Why draw the line there?”
Sheila sighed in exasperation. “Oh, you’re just a sex degenerate. You don’t care who you screw.”
“On the contrary, I care very much who I screw. It happens that you’re both extremely attractive young women and I’m mad about both of you. Why, lying here between you, it takes all my energy and will to prevent myself from fainting out of sheer ecstasy.”
Sheila raised herself on her elbow and looked at Jody. “Watch out for him. He’s the kind who’ll even try to put it in your ear.”
“He can put it in my ear anytime.”
Jody got out of bed, took off her clothes, and jumped on top of Butler, holding his head in her hands and kissing his lips.
Both girls went to work on him, and he responded with enthusiasm, humor and more than a little finesse.
Chapter Eighteen
One morning a week later, Butler was awakened by the ringing of his telephone. Lazily he picked up the receiver. “Hello.”
“This is your lawyer, Sidney Gersch. Good morning to you.”
“Good morning. What’s going on?”
“Good news,” Gersch said tantalizingly. “Guess what it is?”
“I’ve just been elected president?”
“No. I’ve talked to the district attorney and, in view of the new evidence, he’s dropped all charges against you. You’re a free man, Butler. You can go anywhere you like now. Your harrowing experience is over, thanks to me.”
“Be sure you send your bill to the Agency, not here.”
“I know where to send my bills, Butler. I wouldn’t have been in business as long as I have if I didn’t know where to send my bills. Well, good luck to you. If you have any legal difficulties in the future, you know who to call.”
Butler hung up the phone, then picked it up again immediately and called F. J. Shankham.
“What is it now, Butler?” Shankham asked crankily when he came on.
“My lawyer just called me to say that the D.A. has dropped charges against me. I’m a free man again and, since you’re my immediate superior, I thought you’d like to know.”
“I knew before you did, Butler. Gersch called me first. Now if you don’t have anything of importance to tell me, I’d like to get back to work.”
“I’d like to get back to work too. Should I come in today?”
“We’d be very happy if you never came back here again.”
“But I’ve still got about ten days of employment left with you.”
“Forget it. It’s okay. Everything’s been taken care of. Bye-bye.”
“Wait a minute!”
“What is it?”
“On the day you fired me, you offered me employment in private industry and I’ve decided I’d like to take you up on it.”
“First of all I didn’t fire you. You resigned. Secondly, I’ll have my secretary notify our reassignment department to find a suitable spot for you someplace. I’m glad you’ve changed your mind on this, Butler. An idle mind is the devil’s workshop, they say.”
“That’s true. By the way, I wouldn’t want anybody to say anything to my prospective employer about why I was fired. Why don’t we just say I resigned because I thought I could make more money in private industry?”
“Anything you say is all right with us, Butler. You were a good case officer and you performed your duties well. Your personal opinions never got in the way of your work, although they got in the way of other people’s work. I hope you’ll learn to be more circumspect in the future.”
“Indeed I will, Mr. Shankham. I think I’ve learned my lesson. Getting fired was a blessing in disguise. I’ve seen the light at last. To hell with Allende and all the rest of that bunch. The strong survive and the weak go into the garbage pail. We ought to bomb the Soviet Union, pave it over and turn it into the world’s biggest parking lot.”
“My, you are having a change of heart, aren’t you, Butler? I think that’s very nice. Maybe you’d like to reconsider your letter of resignation and come back with us? Why, your change of views will be an inspiration to the younger agents.”
“Nope, I’m finished with government. I want to work in private industry where a man can earn a decent living. Government is too big anyway. Down with the bureaucrats, except for the intelligence services of course.”
“Of course.”
“When will I hear from the person in your reassignment department?”
“In a few day I suppose.”
“Tell him to make it quick, because I’m anxious to get my teeth into a good job.”
“Are you sure you wouldn’t want to come back with us?”
“One hundred percent sure.”
“If you’re that sure I don’t suppose there’s anything I can say to change your mind. Well, so long, and good luck to you. If you ever need anything from us, don’t hesitate to call.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Chapter Nineteen
The next day a Mr. Riley of the New York field office of the CIA called Butler and told him that an appointment had been made for him with the personnel director of the Noble Oil Corporation for a possible position as a security officer within that firm.
On the appointed day Butler took a cab downtown to the Noble Oil Building in the Wall Street area. It was a modern aluminum structure sixty floors high, surrounded by a park and pieces of sculpture contrived to make the corporation appear civic-minded.
Butler took the elevator to the forty-fifth floor, identified himself at the reception desk there, and was told by the secretary to have a seat. He sat and looked at the magazines on the table, finally deciding there weren’t any he wanted to read because they were all business magazines.
Presently a clean cut young gentleman of twenty-eight or thereabouts appeared and walked straight to Butler, his hand outstretched. “Mr. Butler, I presume?” he asked.
Butler stood and shook his hand. “That’s me.”
“I’m Warren Dunphy of the personnel department. Come with me, please.”
Butler followed him down a brightly lit corridor lined with offices. Looking into the offices, Butler saw well-dressed men and women moving pieces of paper around. At the end of the corridor was an elevator, and Dunphy pressed the button.
“Mr. Leiberfarb himself is going to interview you,” Dunphy said. “He’s the chief of our security division.”
“I see.”
They rode the elevator up to the fifty-eighth floor and approached a middle-aged woman sitting at a desk in front of a huge oak door.
“This is Mr. Butler,” Dunphy said to the woman; then turning to Butler, he added, “This is Ms. Ferguson, Mr. Leiberfarb’s secretary.”
“How do you do,” said Butler to the gray-haired but attractive woman.
“How do you do, Mr. Butler,” she replied. “Please have a seat. Mr. Leiberfarb will be right with you.”
Dunphy smiled. “Well, good luck, Mr. Butler.”
“Thank you, Mr. Dunphy.”
Dunphy walked away, and Butler sat in one of the chairs. On the table beside him were more business magazines. Didn’t they have anything interesting to read in this damned company? He crossed his legs and wondered how drastically he’d have to lie to get this job.
Ms. Ferguson’s phone buzzed. She picked it up, mumbled a few words into it, returned it to its receiver, and looked at Butler. “You may go in to see Mr. Leiberfarb now.”
Butler arose, smoothed the front of his Brooks Brothers suit, and opened the big oak door. He found himself in a large brightly lit office that was furnished spartanly. The walls
were bare, and besides the desk there only were a few chairs. Behind the desk sat a man with a long neck, big ears and a shaved head. “Hello, Mr. Butler,” this man said, with a slight German accent. “My name is Kurt Leiberfarb. Please have a seat in that chair there.” He pointed to one of the chairs in front of him.
Butler sat where directed. He was certain the room was bugged and he suspected that movie cameras were concealed somewhere. Leiberfarb was chewing gum and looking him up and down. The security chief had beady little eyes and a fleshy mouth.
Leiberfarb picked up some papers on his desk and attempted a smile, but his lips were stiff and it came out as a hideous grimace. “I’ve been going over your dossier and it’s quite impressive. You’ve been in a number of tight situations in your life. I hope you don’t want to join us because you think it’s safer here than the CIA; it’s not. In fact, in many ways it’s worse.”
“I’m not looking for safety. I’ve decided that if I’m going to risk my life I should be well paid for it. And the best paying positions are with private industry, as I’m sure you know.”
“What kind of salary are we talking about?”
“Forty thousand dollars a year.”
“That’s pretty steep.”
“Not for a man with my qualifications. I can do anything in the field of security. I can even lead troops in war, should that become necessary.”
Leiberfarb smiled. “That contingency is never completely out of the question. There are countries, as I’m sure you know, where American businesses must defend themselves against terrorist bands. It is not inconceivable that you would lead troops in combat.”
“I assume there will be special combat pay.”
“Of course. Well, I won’t beat around the bush, Mr. Butler. You come to us with the highest recommendations from the CIA and your background is just what we’re looking for. We hire many ex-CIA and FBI men, as I’m sure you know. The position we’re offering you is on the personal staff of Phillip Noble himself. You will arrange security for him wherever he goes; in addition you will act as his personal bodyguard. You’re an experienced man and I don’t have to furnish you with details. I’m sure you know what to do. Do you have any questions?”
“Two.”
“What are they?”
“First, do I get the forty thou’?”
“Of course. Next question?”
