“Yeah. As I said, I got a little carried away last night. I'll fix you something to eat while you're getting dressed. What would you like?"
She went to the coffeepot and poured the fresh aromatic black liquid into her favorite mug. She turned, leaned against the counter without trying to cover herself and sipped her coffee. “You made the coffee this morning and you're going to make my breakfast too?"
“Yeah.” He smiled, eyeing her full, huge breasts and marveling at their perfect uplift without benefit of manmade support. “I sliced a banana into a couple of bowls of corn flakes for Billy and me. It was okay.” He enjoyed the view of her body she was freely giving him.
She shook her head. “You are full of surprises,” she said. “Cereal sounds good."
He sat back down at the table, but as she tried to pass, he stopped her with his hand. He gently stroked from her navel to the top of her vagina. “You're beginning to show a little. Better leave off the tight jeans.” He slid a probing finger between her legs and smiled as he heard her moan. “Don't tell me you are turned on?"
“It's a surprise to me too,” she said as she began to move her hips rhythmically. “You're okay, Al, when you're nice to me."
He turned his chair sideways, parallel to the table, and slid down his pants. “Climb on,” he invited.
She straddled him, impaled herself and felt his hands gently draw her to his chest. Her hips continued to move as he stroked her back and hair. She climaxed almost instantly.
“Don't stop,” he begged. “Pen, honey. You're the sexiest little thing I have ever known and that delicious little slit of your has a mind of it own."
She purred and shivered as a second orgasm flooded her senses. He stroked her buttocks lightly and kissed her hair. His hips began to move in sync with hers. She wanted his hands on her nipples, searched for them, and drew them to her aching breasts.
He gasped.
“Wait for me,” she pleaded.
“Can't wait."
She pumped frantically. She felt his body stiffen. “Wait, Al, wait."
He exploded but continued his pelvic thrusts until she joined him in Nirvana.
When her breathing returned to a more normal rate, she slid to her knees and moved her face towards his glistening, still erect, penis. He placed his hands on the sides of her head and tilted it upward.
“Not this time,” he said softly. He kissed her upper lip, her lower lip and finally her forehead.
She was still aroused when she returned to her bedroom. A cold shower cooled her ardor. As she dressed, she suddenly felt hatred. Al tortured her yesterday and turned her on this morning. She loathed him, or was it herself she loathed?
When she returned, cereal with sliced bananas, orange juice, and buttered toast with strawberry jam awaited her. She refilled her mug with coffee and began to eat.
“I didn't know the full story until I already started down the wrong road,” Al said, folding and putting aside the newspaper. “But we need each other Penny. I promise I will not hurt you again, and, unless you ask for it as you did this morning, I won't have sex with you again. I'm going to lay off of Billy too. We need him to make everything work out."
“At the risk of having you punch me in the jaw again, may I ask why I need you? I'm the one holding all the cards."
“I said I wouldn't hurt you again, and I won't. You do hold most, but not quite all, of the cards. You don't have the experience I do. You don't have the contacts."
“What does experience and contacts have to do with anything? It's my body that has Mack and Tim vulnerable to blackmail. It's my videocassettes that will have Mary Lou and others eating out of my hand. It's my baby I can sell, and those boxes full of cash are mine."
“You're right. However, there's more to it than you realize. Do you know how to pull off these blackmail attempts successfully without going to jail? Do you know how to sell your baby? There are laws to evade. And what are you going to do with the money? You can't spend it, you know."
“What do you mean I can't spend it?"
“Oh, you can spend a few dollars here and there, but if you try to make large cash purchases, you'll raise suspicions. If you deposit large sums, the bank must report it. It's the law. You'll get the IRS involved and wind up with nothing—maybe even a stretch in prison."
“I suppose you have all the answers?"
“I think I do,” Al said as he went to the coffeepot for a refill. “I haven't been to bed all night. You fell asleep at the study desk while I was looking at tapes. I carried you upstairs and put you to bed. Then I returned to the study and worked out a scheme I know will be effective."
“I'm listening,” she said, her fear diminishing and her curiosity growing.
“The money has to be laundered."
“I've heard of that, but I don't know what it means."
“It's not easy. I'm going to drive to Charlotte today and make a few inquiries. I want you to meet me for lunch at the diner at one thirty."
“Okay, but you didn't answer my question."
“I'm not certain how to launder money myself, but I have some contacts who do. I do know how you can launder your share over a period of time."
“My share?"
“Yeah. Listen to me carefully. I am going to make you a very generous offer, and it's the best offer you'll ever get. I want two and a half million of the cash. You can keep the rest and the blackmail money."
She rolled her eyes and said, “Generous?"
His eyes flashed anger. “Shut up, bitch, and listen to me. Damn it, I'm trying to be nice to you.” He sipped his coffee and regained control. “Just listen for a minute,” he continued more calmly. “I want the money and a few days time—perhaps two weeks, and I'll get out of your life forever."
Penny took her dishes to the sink and poured a third mug of coffee.
“Billy told me this morning that a truck from the produce company comes every afternoon about two. Is that right?"
She nodded.
“How, and how much, do they pay you?"
“It depends on how much produce we have available on any given day. I think that right now it is averaging twelve hundred dollars a day. Sometimes they pay cash and sometime they write a check. I think they prefer to pay by cash. There are actually two different companies. They come on alternating days."
“From now on, insist on cash. My guess is that they prefer to pay in cash so they can put a larger amount on their books. Makes the IRS think they earn less profit than they actually do. You add a thousand from your inheritance to your daily bank deposits. That won't raise any eyebrows. You'll have to pay income taxes on it, of course, but within a year and a half your money will be as clean as the falling rain."
“Okay,” she said nodding her head. “The generous part of your offer, I guess, is that you are going to get the hell out of Dodge, but why do you need two weeks?"
“I have to maintain an impression of respectability. You must also. It shouldn't take long for me to find another job and an excuse for leaving Dot after such a short stay. Nurse practitioners are in great demand—especially in rural areas."
“That makes sense, but I already have a respectable image. I'm the poor little girl who has been rejected by her cruel parents, who worked so well as the church secretary, whose uncle recently died, who is working her little fingers to the bone trying to run the produce business, and who is so kindhearted towards Billy. Hell, to the people in Dot, I'm a frigging angel."
“Billy is the problem."
“Billy?"
“Yeah. People are already beginning to talk. If it ever gets out that he's humping you, you'll be in big trouble."
“I don't think anyone would care. Some of the old codgers around here might be jealous, and some of the do-gooders might try to save my soul, but that's about it."
“Trust me, it matters."
“So you want me to get rid of Billy?"
“Hell no. I told you we need him. You have to keep the greenhouse
s going, at least for the next couple of years. But you must find a way to get him out of your bed."
She smiled. “You saw the size of his cock. I don't want him out of my bed."
“Then you're going to have to find a way to throw suspicions off. Maybe start dating some dude hot and heavy and very publicly."
“Where the hell am I going to find an eligible bachelor in Dot?"
He glanced at his watch. “That's your problem,” he said. “Look, how did you plan to approach the preacher?"
“Well, I thought that when the time was right I'd go to him, tell him he knocked me up and that he'll have to pay for the baby."
“How are you going to explain your pregnancy publicly?"
“I thought I already told you that. I'll claim that Uncle Amos knocked me up. There are enough people left in Dot who know of his perverted business with Tim Dollar's uncle that the explanation will be accepted."
“Yeah. That'll work. I want you to go see the preacher this morning and get the ball rolling. Demand fifty thousand. Screw him first—that'll make him feel more guilty and more agreeable to keeping you quiet."
“Don't you think I should wait until I am obviously pregnant?"
“Another reason to fuck him before you tell him. You can rub his hand over your naked belly, like I did this morning, to prove you're pregnant."
She nodded again, thinking with pleasure of Mack's expertise in the realm of sexual performance.
“What did you have in mind for Mr. Dollar?” Al asked.
“He's been coming to dip his wick every Wednesday about noon. Since you want me to go ahead and make my move, I may as well lay it on him today. He's been wanting to buy my property. I thought I'd sell him part of it. When he makes me an offer, I'll triple it."
Al shook his head negatively. “Don't sell your property. Demand fifty thousand up front and five thousand a month for the rest of his life. He'll go for it. He'll come up with some bogus business reason for paying you the money and write it off as a legitimate expense."
“Sounds good. I guess you want me to screw him before I tell him too?"
“Just like the preacher. This afternoon I'll approach Dr. McGee about selling the baby to the Nickels. She and her lawyer sister will know how to work out the legal details. Then around four o'clock I want you to drop in on the good doctor. She'll already know about you wanting to put the baby up for adoption. You hit her up to pay the medical costs and demand fifty thousand up front and a thousand a month to keep quiet about the tapes."
“You have a busy day scheduled for me."
“Me too,” he said, again glancing at his watch. “I've got to hit the road.” He stood up, stretched and looked at her. “I don't suppose you'd want to give me a blow job for good luck?” He laughed and departed without waiting for an answer.
Penny wandered to the greenhouses and found Billy, stripped to the waist and body glistening with perspiration, in the unit they called seven. “Need help?"
He shook his head. “I'm doing okay. You have your clothes on."
She blushed. “I'll take them off if you want me to."
“No. Al told you not to put on clothes unless you go to town. I don't want Al to hurt you."
“Al is not here. He's gone to Charlotte."
“I ... I need to talk to you, Penny. I don't like your very good friend, Al."
She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her body close to his. She loved the smell of his perspiration. Last night he seemed to have forgotten the hard-learned lessons about English grammar. She was pleased that he was making an effort to speak correctly again this morning. “You don't need to worry about Al anymore."
“Al is not a good man. I let Al think I did not remember last night. I do. Happy pills made me crazy."
She placed her finger on his lips. “Shuuu,” she said. “Don't think about it. I worked everything out this morning. All will be leaving Dot in a week or two and he will never bother us again."
“I want Al to leave Dot now."
“He has a few things he must do first and he may visit us a time or two, but you don't ever have to be afraid of Al again."
“Are you sure?"
“Yes, Billy. I'm sure."
He slid his callused hands to her buttocks and squeezed. She sighed and pressed against his erection. “Billy, I have to talk to you too."
“Okay.” He continued to fondle her bottom.
“You must never tell anyone that we have sexual intercourse."
“I won't tell. It's our secret."
“People must never know."
“I won't tell."
“People are beginning to talk."
“What people?"
“People in Dot. People who know you are staying at my house. They think you are sleeping with me."
“I am sleeping with you in your bed. I like sleeping with Penny. I wake up sometimes and play with your breasts. Your nipples get hard."
“But people must not know that."
“Okay. But why?"
“They might make you move away."
Billy drew back in alarm. “I don't want to leave Penny."
“I know. We have to fool the people."
“How can we do that?"
“I'll find a boyfriend and let everyone know. Then they won't think I am having sexual intercourse with you."
“And they won't make me move away?"
“No, but it might be best if you didn't sleep with me at night. We can still have sexual intercourse anytime we are alone together."
Billy resumed pulling sweet “spring” onions. “Who will be your boyfriend?"
“I don't know yet."
“Will you have sexual intercourse with your boyfriend?"
“I don't know. I might have to."
“Why?"
“So that he will continue to be my boyfriend. Remember, it is important to you for me to have a boyfriend if you want to continue living with me."
“Are the preacher and Mr. Dollar your boyfriends?"
“No, Billy,” she laughed. “Why did you ask that?"
“You have sexual intercourse with them."
“Billy!"
He grinned and giggled. “Penny talks in her sleep."
* * * *
“You're late,” Al grumbled as she slid into the booth opposite him. “I ordered the meatloaf special for you. It's cold by now."
She took a bite. “It's okay,” she said. “You loaded me down with tough things to do today. As it is, I didn't have time to get Tim's semen out of my vagina. I feel it soaking into my panties."
He pulled some napkins from the dispenser. “Stuff these in it,” he said gruffly.
She checked to be sure none of the other diners were looking and slipped the absorbent paper in place. “That is better. Thanks. Did you have any luck?"
His countenance brightened. “Better than I hoped. I've already found a source that can be trusted. I need to get them the cash this afternoon. How about you?"
“I wish I had a snapshot of Mack's face when I told him,” she laughed.
“Keep your voice down."
“He refused to have sex with me but I made him place his hand on my belly. Just at that moment my stomach rumbled. He thought it was the baby kicking."
“Did he agree to pay?"
“It took a while and he says he needs a few days to make arrangements, but, yes, he agreed to pay."
“And Tim Dollar?"
“I got Tim good and horny by doing a strip tease act like you made me do last night. I told him just before he ejaculated. I timed it perfectly. He turned as white as your ass, but he creamed inside me anyway. He was scared shitless. I used your line about a business write-off and he bought it. Hell, he wrote me a check right then and there."
Al smiled and glanced at his watch. “I told you that you needed my advice. Look, Pen, I have to get on with it. I'll pave the way with Mary Lou, go to your place and pick up the money and get on back to Charlotte."
“I'd
better go with you. Billy won't understand."
“To hell with Billy. Who's that guy at the counter?"
Penny took a quick look. “His name is Sean something or other. I've never met him. He does something with computers for Dollar Enterprises."
“You finish eating and then pick him up. He's a perfect candidate to be your boyfriend."
“That pimply faced nerd is not my type,” she laughed. “Besides, I hear he's gay."
“He's been eyeballing you since you came in. Do what I tell you. Unbutton your blouse a little more and show him some titty flesh.” He slid out of the booth.
“Wait a minute.” She pulled another napkin from the dispenser and a pen from his shirt pocket. Carefully she printed, “Billy, Al is picking up some things from the study. It's okay. Help him carry the boxes to his car. Penny."
He took the note and laughed. “Can the dummy read this?"
She didn't answer.
She watched Al walk away and then studied Sean. He was tall, skinny, longhaired and seemed to have more pimples than she remembered—a computer nerd if she ever saw one. All he lacked were glasses and a pocket protector full of pens. The meatloaf was very cold now. She picked up the check and went to the cash register. He was sitting right next to it on a counter stool, carefully avoiding her with his eyes.
While waiting for a waitress to take her money she lightly brushed her hip against him. “I'm sorry,” she said.
“Its okay,” he mumbled in a high tenor voice, still refusing to look at her.
“I don't believe we've met. I'm Penny Swanson."
He neither turned in her direction nor replied.
The waitress appeared and Penny paid the bill with cash taken from Uncle Amos’ stash. When the transaction was completed, she placed her hand on Sean's shoulder. “I didn't mean to offend you,” she said. “I was just trying to be friendly. It's hard to find anyone in Dot anywhere near my age."
“I don't imagine you would be interested in having a fag for a friend,” he replied, looking at her finally.
“I ... I didn't know you were gay. Your lifestyle is your business, but you obviously want nothing to do with me. See you around sometime.” She dropped a quarter and slowly bent over to retrieve it. She felt his eyes on her cleavage.
She had gone only a few feet down the sidewalk when he caught up with her. “I'm sorry, Penny. I'm not used to pretty girls showing any interest in me. Everybody in Dot thinks I am a homosexual, but I'm not. Except when they need my help with a computer problem, they all shun me. I'm Sean Taylor."
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