He lowered his head and sucked her tongue into his mouth.
“Stranger, please don't ... Oh, God, Willie. Something is happening. Willie ... I'm ... Oh God ... Willie ... Willieeeeeeeeeeee!"
It was a first and completely unexpected. It scared him so badly he lost his erection. He made up for it later—twice.
Chapter Sixteen
“Get a load of the pair of legs that just slithered out of that old white Ford,” said Tim Dollar, standing inside the Dot Super Save office.
Billy Frank wiped the grease from his hands with his red mechanics’ rag. “Wow, that skirt's so short I wonder why she bothered to even put it on?” he laughed.
As the tall beauty bent over to insert the gasoline hose nozzle into the filler pipe of her automobile, Tim grinned. “Damn, red panties mostly crammed into the crack of her shapely little bottom."
“Must be close to six feet tall and as skinny as my pecker,” Billy joked. Without averting his gaze he said, “Tim, I put a new tailpipe in your Mustang as well as a new muffler. The thing was pretty rusty."
“Put it on my tab,” Tim replied. “Damn,” he continued as she turned towards them, replacing the hose in the pump. “Flat-chested."
“I thought you liked ’em small."
“Since Sandra had the baby and her boobs are full of milk I've changed my mind.” Tim stepped aside as the center of attention paraded into the office and, wordlessly, offered Billy her credit card.
Her blouse buckled as she bent over to sign the receipt. Looking up at Billy she snarled, “Get an eyeful?"
“Sorry,” he mumbled, handing her the receipt copy and her credit card.
She glared at Tim who was craning his neck to get a better view of her panties as she bent over the desk. “I am looking for the Holder Advertising Agency."
“I'm Tim Dollar."
She ignored his extended hand. “I didn't ask your name."
“The Holder Advertising Agency is in the first building on your left behind the station."
“Thank you,” she said icily.
The two men appreciatively watched her hips rising and falling as she undulated to her car.
“I'd like to get my hands on that chassis,” Billy said.
“I'll bet you would,” Tim laughed.
“I meant her car, Tim. Didn't you see how the whole right side was caved in like she'd scraped it against something?"
“I'd like to be the something she scrapes her chassis against,” Tim joked.
Jan noted that the placard on the front of the structure read, “Dollar Building.” The bulge in that guy's pants may come in handy one day, she thought as she pushed through the heavy glass door.
Rita was searching a file cabinet in her outer office and jumped when she heard the familiar voice call her name.
“Janine! Oh my God Jan, is it really you?"
They embraced as the lovers they used to be, and then, her head pressed firmly against Jan's breast, Rita let her hands flow up the back of Jan's thighs, under the black skirt, coming to rest on the familiar tight buttocks. Jan fondled Rita's breasts gently; then held her companion's face between her hands and kissed her ardently, full on the lips.
Jan pushed the clinging woman away and surveyed the room. “It's not as nice as your office in Charlotte,” she said, “but it'll do."
Rita held her breath.
“I didn't go through with it,” Jan said, returning to Rita and answering the unasked question while fondling her sensitive ears. “The first time I saw him naked I nearly puked. The old fart's fat, flabby, and even when erect you need a magnifying glass to find his dick. He had the gall to complain about the size of my tits,” she laughed. “I wanted his money, but not bad enough to marry and live with him."
Jan sat on the edge of the desk, pulled a cigarette from her purse and lit it sensuously. “I read about Max's accident in the paper. How'd you do it?"
“Janine!” Rita exclaimed. “It was an accident!"
“Yeah, sure it was."
“Look, I know I talked once or twice about how nice it would be if Max were out of the picture, but I would never..."
“Of course not,” Jan sneered. She crossed her legs, left ankle resting on right knee, giving Rita a generous view of her formfitting red lace panties. “How much life insurance did he have?"
“Two hundred and fifty grand,” Rita replied. “It came as a real surprise. I didn't know there was any insurance. I'm going to invest it towards the kid's education."
Not if I have my way, Jan thought. “I want my job back as your administrative assistant,” she said, uncrossing her legs and slowly sliding the panties down her shapely tan thighs. “I figure you'll be glad to have me share your new house, and if I don't get some relief from that talented tongue of yours right now I'm going to explode."
Rita knelt and worked the panties over Jan's sandaled feet. “Not here,” she said. “My office."
* * * *
“Hi, I'm Betty Nading. This is my husband, Bo. Rita is expecting us."
Jan carefully looked over the couple in front of her. Betty looked pretty much as Rita had described and the husband wasn't bad looking from the neck down. Without letting her expression show it, Jan was pleased to see Bo gawking at her and the budge in his pants pleased her. She turned most men on and was glad that Bo fell into that category.
After Bo exchanged the obligatory greetings with Rita, he announced that he would leave the women to discuss business while he became acquainted with downtown Dot. They agreed to meet at eleven o'clock to look at the efficiency apartment he and Betty were interested in renting.
“Bo,” Jan said when they were alone in the outer office, “there's no need for you to wait to see the apartment. If you are interested, I have a key."
He agreed and together they rode the elevator to the third floor. “This is it,” Jan said as she flung open the door.
Quickly she showed him the living room, kitchen area, small bedroom, master bedroom and bath. Although Rita had moved to her new house, she had not yet removed all of her things from the furnished apartment. The bed looked inviting with Rita's pink, satin linens.
Bo could not take his eyes off this gorgeous lady. He felt hypnotized by her beauty. Three times he managed to look down her blouse at her tiny, but fantastically shaped breasts. He stared in disbelief as she slowly unfastened the buttons on her blouse and let it drop from her braless body.
“I know what I like, and I usually get what I want,” she said as she moved towards him. “Your wife has huge breasts. What do you think of my petite boobs?” she asked as she drew his face to her chest. She smiled thinly when she felt him greedily suck her nipple into his mouth.
His mind turned to mush. Having someone other than Betty interested in him sexually was a new experience. She was in total control and he liked it. Repeatedly she brought him just short of paradise, retreated, only to then rebuild his previously unimagined pleasure. After finally allowing him to complete his journey into the promised land she removed the condom which she had earlier produced from her purse and rolled onto him. She held it up like a trophy and observed, “Productive—I like that.” Bo watched her milky buttocks grind as she walked to the bathroom and flushed the rubber. He could see her as she sat on the toilet, urinate and clean herself up. She returned with a wet, warm washcloth and bathed his penis. He lay there, exhausted, confused, and watched her quickly dress.
“I don't have to wish you a good day,” she said without smiling. “You've already had one.” She blew him a kiss and disappeared through the bedroom door.
Bo wandered around the business district, unable to think of anything other than the beautiful slim body that had just turned his life upside down. How did it happen? What was her power that so quickly and completely controlled him? He must never let Betty know. He must never do it again.
He wandered up and down the Old Charlotte Road, peeking into shop windows and nodding to strangers. He was intrigued by the old fashioned Dot Har
dware store and spent more time than intended wandering its aisles. He checked his watch. It was eleven fifteen. He rushed to the agency office and read the note taped to the locked door. “Bo, come to the apartment."
The apartment door was unlocked. Hearing sounds in the bedroom he opened the door and saw Jan's nude body facing him, her finger pressed to her lips. Betty was on the bed, her head buried between Rita's legs. Silently Jan moved to him and removed the clothes from his unresisting body.
Moans on the bed subsided. Bodies untangled. Betty gasped.
“It's okay, Betty,” Jan purred, leading Bo by his huge erect penis. “I fucked your husband this morning—biggest dick I ever enjoyed.” She leaned over the bed and fondled Rita's breasts while giving her a deep passionate kiss. “Climb on, Bo,” she said. “I want you to fuck the boss."
* * * *
“Dot serves the best food I ever tasted,” Rita said, “but the place is too small. Now that more people are moving into town it's not unusual to have to wait thirty minutes for a booth at lunchtime."
“This meatloaf is delicious,” Betty commented.
Bo was eating meatloaf too, but nothing seemed to have any taste. He halfway expected to wake up any minute, but he knew he wasn't asleep. This was no dream.
“Let's make sure we're all in agreement,” Jan said, her foot lightly caressing Bo's calf under the table. “We all move into Rita's house—one big, happy family. Betty's studio will be at the house and she'll look after the kids on weekdays and do the cooking. Bo will be the handyman and look after the yard. Betty gets her teeth fixed and Bo, I want you to let your hair grow out, and grow a beard too. It will make your head look fuller and more in proportion to your muscular body. Rita is in charge of the agency, but I run the rest of the show. Agreed?"
Betty and Rita nodded.
“Bo?” Jan urged, lifting the toe of her shoe to his crotch.
“Okay,” he said.
“I want to talk with Bo a minute,” Jan said, the icy glare returning to her greenish gray eyes.
When Rita and Beth were out of hearing, she pressed her toe hard against his crotch. “I know the story of the Herks,” she said through clenched teeth. “If you screw this up, I'll do a number on your wife that will make the Herk's torture pale by comparison. Do we understand each other?"
He returned her stare, but did not reply.
She pushed her foot harder into his crotch. “Do you really think that Max's timely death was an accident? Do you really think you and your bucktoothed cow can waltz in here and take Rita away from me? You play by my rules or else."
Bo's anger flashed. Suddenly he grabbed her foot and twisted it savagely, unnoticed by the other diner patrons. She clamped her teeth together and slid forward to relieve the pressure. He twisted harder. Her eyes watered but she refused to cry out.
“You hurt Betty in any way and I'll make you wish you were never born. You understand me?” He twisted the foot a little more.
Her eyes were half closed with pain. She nodded.
“Piss in your pants,” he hissed.
Her eyes widened in disbelief. He increased the pressure. “Okay, damn it."
“Do it,” he demanded.
“I did, damn you."
He maintained the pressure. “I don't understand what's happened here today, but I know my life has been changed forever. Screwing you was the best sex I ever had, and eating you while screwing Rita and having Betty's tongue on my balls was fantastic. However, I'll be damned if a fucking dyke is going to make a slave out of me. I'll let the others think you are in charge, but baby, you're going to dance to my tune. Do you understand me?"
She nodded.
He gave her foot one more savage jerk and helped her from the booth.
“Foot's gone to sleep,” he explained to the curious waitress.
Bo smiled with satisfaction at the dark area at the crotch and down the inseam of both legs of the gray slacks Jan wore.
Jan knew she should be furious, but she wasn't. Bo's unexpected savage reaction excited her. Besides, she enjoyed a challenge.
Chapter Seventeen
“Betty, we haven't spoken a word since we left Dot,” Bo said as he pulled into the driveway of their doublewide in Advance. “We have big problems, honey."
“I agree,” she said coldly. “I can't believe you screwed Jan and then, with me present, screwed Rita."
“You're the one whose nose was in both of those bitches’ crotches,” he exploded, slapping the palm of his hand on the dashboard.
She slammed the car door behind her and headed for the modular home. Bo caught up with her as she fumbled in her purse for the door key.
“All right,” he said as he held the door open for her. “I shouldn't have done that. That woman, that Jan, she's evil, Betty. She ... she ... shit!"
He stormed down the hallway to the bathroom. Betty waited her turn and thought of the time just a few weeks ago that they would have made a game out of both of them needing to urinate at the same time. She would sit on the commode and he would aim his stream between her legs. Not tonight.
When she emerged from the bathroom Bo was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a beer. He had placed a bottle for her at the far end of the table.
“We have to talk, and we must talk now,” he said when she sat down. “I'm not blaming anything on you, Betty. Things are happening just too damn fast. I'm trying to accept your infatuation with Rita. You were right, she is a sexy little pixie, but this Jan bitch is something else. I'm not going to have her dictating my life and I'm not ever going to let her cast a spell on me again."
“What are you saying, Bo?"
“The woman's dangerous. She threatened me after you and Rita left the diner and she implied that Max's death was no accident—that maybe she had something to do with it."
He paused for her to comment, but she remained silent.
“I know this job is important to you, and I know you think Rita is important to you, but Jan has stepped in and turned you into a servant. You were looking forward to having a nice office next to Rita's. Jan completely moved you out of the building and turned you into a cook and baby sitter with a studio in Rita's house. With Jan around, you're not going to be Rita's lover; you're going to be Jan's sex slave. Jan waved her magic wand and turned me into a gardener and handyman, and I sat there like a dummy and agreed to it. Is this what you want for us, Betty?"
Bo was breaking the spell. Betty knew he was right, but she replied, “I'm willing to try it. It seems to be what Rita wants and that's what counts."
“That's not what counts with me and I'm not willing to try it. That woman and I would be at each other's throats constantly. One of us would surely wind up killing the other.” He paused. “If I am going to have an affair, damn it, I will pick my own partner, not have one provided for me by that ... that ... witch."
Betty went to the refrigerator for two more beers, but settled for diet colas when she discovered there were no more cold ones. Bo was getting to her and she knew it. Jan was a sexy dish, and did seem to be able to cast a spell on all of them. Betty realized she was feeling jealousy. Jan was Rita's lover, waltzed out of her life and back in without even a gentle protest from Rita.
“You go on to Dot,” Bo continued. “I'm going to stay here. It's not too late to get my Tanglewood job back."
“Is there no alternative?"
“You won't like it."
“Try me."
“We reject Jan's plans. We rent the efficiency apartment like we first planned. You stand up to Jan—have nothing to do with her. You tell Rita you will be her friend and work your butt off for her, but your office must be in the Dollar Building."
Betty began to cry softly. Bo moved behind her and massaged her shoulders. She placed her hand on his. “Bo,” she said, her voice trembling. “I'm afraid of Jan. I can't describe it. She has some power over me—over Rita too, I think. What if I do stand up to her and she insists that it must be her way or none? Rita will surely g
o along with her."
“That's a risk you'll have to take."
“Hand me my purse, Bo.” She fumbled in the bulky bag and thrust towards him a crumpled envelope, from which he removed a check made out for $10,000. “That's what you're asking me to give up,” she said.
Bo slept little that night. At five o'clock Tuesday morning he gave up, dressed and downed two cups of coffee. He went outside, cranked the push mower and began to cut the grass, not caring if the noise woke his wife. He remembered in detail the dreams he experienced during the few minutes he slept. The vision of the delectable body of a five-foot tall pixie danced in his mind's eye. Jan virtually forced him to rape her. Initially she resisted, held down by her lover, but he remembered feeling her relax and then participate and he knew, lesbian or not, she experienced one hell of a climax, as he did.
“Bo,” Betty shouted, competing with the noise from the mower for his attention.
Startled out of his reverie, he jumped at the unexpected sound of her voice. “Shit,” he laughed. “You scared the hell out of me.” He shut off the motor.
“Are you going to need the car today?” She was dressed and her handbag was hanging from her shoulder. The car keys were in her hand.
“I haven't thought about it,” he replied. “Why?"
“I'm going back to Dot,” she said.
“Why?” he asked.
“I would rather talk to them in person."
“What are you going to say?"
“I haven't decided yet. I guess I'm going to try it your way."
She backed out of the driveway and disappeared down the graveled road. Removing his shirt, he wiped the perspiration from his face, went inside, pulled a jug of water from the refrigerator and drank directly from it. Rummaging through the wicker basket Betty kept beside the telephone, he found Rita's home telephone number. He glanced at his watch. It was almost seven thirty. “Hell,” he mumbled out loud. “Its time she was getting up."
“Hello,” said the sweet voice he dreamed of last night.
“Rita, this is Bo Nading. Can you talk?"
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