‘Man, I’m sorry. That was so fast, I can’t believe it.’ He came to her and kissed her lips in frenzied kisses. ‘I’ll make it up to you.’
She kissed him back and their tongues worked with each other. Lucy felt the heat rising inside and pulled his hands around to cup her ass. He squeezed it and she pressed her pubic bone against his leg, grinding him, feeling the dampness in her pussy now. Pulling away, she lay back on the warm sand and spread her legs. He moved between them immediately.
For a young man, an impatient man, a premature ejaculator, he knew how to take his time cunning her, working her pussy with his tongue and fingers until Lucy felt the climax rising like a rush of volcanic lava. When she exploded, she pressed her knees against his ears and bounced her ass up and down to his continued licking. Her climax was all encompassing and for a moment she thought she’d pass out, but it passed and she lay back, exhausted and weak.
He lay next to her on his back, catching his breath too. He took her hand but she had to pull it away. Their bodies were covered in sweat and both were so hot, it almost hurt to touch him at the moment.
‘We need … air conditioning,’ she gasped.
‘You … tellin’ me?’
She poked him with a fingernail and he went, ‘Ow.’
When her energy returned, she went up on her elbows and looked around.
‘You were hoping those boys would be here to watch?’
She poked him again. He got up and reached down to help her up. ‘Will they bring our clothes?’ He nodded in the direction of where they’d last seen the twins.
‘I hope not. I intend to stay nude.’ And she did, moving past Cal and Earl standing with their clothes on the other side of the rocks. Lucy walked over the sand, beneath the brilliant light of the full moon, the men in tow. Glancing back, she saw Furfante trying to climb into his pants. She saw Earl walking faster to keep up with her.
She took the cement steps up from the beach up to where the Caddy was parked at the dead-end of a narrow street alongside the condos. A young couple, arm in arm, came out the condo gate, heading for the beach. They paused when they saw her and then both smiled and moved by. Car lights came down the street right for Lucy. She turned and faced it as a car stopped in the centre of the road and the door opened. An older man stepped away from the car, took off his baseball cap and came closer. Lucy did a slow turn for him, rolling her naked ass, before turning back to give him a closer look at some full-frontal nudity.
‘God-damn. I thought I was seein’ things.’
The passenger door opened and another old man came out carrying a can of beer. ‘Harry! Is she real?’ he called out.
‘I think so.’ Harry came closer. ‘Get the camera.’
The other man reached back into the car and came out with a silver, self-focusing camera. He stumbled over, calling out, ‘Don’t scare her away!’
Lucy laughed just as Earl arrived with her clothes. She told him, ‘Put 'em in the car. Get my sunglasses. No. Get me yours.’ If she was going to let them take nude photos of her, she wanted Earl’s big, wrap around sunglasses hiding her eyes and some of her face.
She slipped the glasses on as the other man passed the camera to Harry. Turning around, she put her hands against the Caddy and rolled her ass gently. The camera flashed. She turned to give them a front view and posed for two pictures. Cal and Furfante arrived at that moment, both looking at her with incredulity.
She told Harry to pass the camera to Earl and posed with the old men, one on each side, arms around her waist.
‘She’s real all right,’ said Harry’s friend, rubbing her skin.
Lucy spotted another car coming around the corner. A police car. She pulled behind the men and quickly climbed into the Caddy with Furfante right behind her. He had on his pants at least. Cal and Earl climbed in and turned the car around while the police car waited patiently, Harry and his friend waving at the Caddy when they pulled away.
‘Now that was sexy,’ Lucy said, settling back in the seat.
Furfante looked flushed and confused as hell.
‘I’m no little girl,’ she said. ‘This is a woman, buddy.’
He nodded.
She reached for the small refrigerator and pulled out two Coke-Colas, passing them to Cal, then pulled out two bottled waters for her and Furfante. They’d just finished by the time the Caddy pulled up at the marina.
‘You gonna put somethin’ on?’ Cal asked when Lucy reached for the door handle.
‘Nope.’ She’d replaced Earl’s sunglasses with her own cat-eyes and climbed out, walking barefoot and bare-assed through the gate onto the dock. She passed one elderly couple and four men on her way to her yacht, Cal, Earl and Furfante following.
Only one of the men recognised her. His name was Walker, a banker, whose yacht lay just across the dock from Lucy’s. Standing with a rope in hand, he stared at her as she approached.
‘Hello, Mr Walker. Lovely night isn’t it?’
‘Lucy?’ He gaped. She looked back as she stepped aboard her yacht. Walker was shaking his head and telling Furfante, ‘Oh, to be young again.’
Young Joseph Furfante proved himself later that evening, screwing Lucy three times, once on the sofa, once on the carpet, once on the bed. Each time he filled the condom and pounded her to multiple climaxes. There wasn’t much conversation, just a lot of grunting, high-pitched cries and pleasure.
‘So,’ he said as sleep gripped her eye-lids, dragging them down. ‘Do I pass the test?’
‘Depends.’
‘On what?’
‘What’s your nickname?’
‘I don’t have one.’
She rolled on her side, away from him and said, ‘Everyone in this thing of ours has a nickname. Think I’ll call you Speedo.’
‘Cute. Real cute.’
Chapter 5
You Liked Watching, Didn’t You
SAL COMODO RUBBED HIS BAD LEG as he sat in the office with the girl with the two-toned hair. She smiled at him, seemed genuinely concerned as she asked, ‘Did you trip or something?’
‘No. Car wreck when I was a kid. My left leg loses strength occasionally.’ He didn’t have to say he walked with a permanent limp. She’d noticed when he stepped off the elevator.
She blanched. ‘I’m so sorry.’
‘No need to be.’
A minute later the consigliere, Mr Guagliardo, in a double-breasted suit, came off the elevator.
‘Hey,’ the girl called out, catching Guagliardo’s attention. ‘Why didn’t you tell me this man was injured?’
The consigliere stopped and shook his head as he told the girl, ‘Because I don’t answer to you. Don’t you have something to type?’
She rolled her eyes and turned to her computer, one of those new Macintoshes, a white one with the flat screen attached to a ball beneath.
‘Don’t get up,’ Mr Guagliardo told Sal as he sat next to him and extended a hand to shake. ‘She talks to me like that ‘cause she’s my niece. We feel sorry for her so we let her work here.’
The girl stuck her tongue out at him. Sal thought she was pretty, cute actually, but so young it made him feel suddenly old. As the consigliere went on, thanking him for coming, Sal wondered what this Lucy Incanto looked like. Not that she would think much of his looks, he hoped she was pretty. He’d settle for a lot less, of course, but pretty would be a nice change for him. The only pretty women he’d had were whores, bought and paid for.
He wore a new suit, dark blue with a deep crimson tie, a crisp white shirt with embossed pin stripes. He actually had his wavy hair styled for the first time, his nails done too, at the insistence of his father, underboss of the Erede Family of Philadelphia.
The phone buzzed and the girl picked it up, nodded to Sal who stood with only a little effort, declining a helping hand from the consigliere who said they’d talk later.
‘Go right in,’ the girl nodded to a thick oak door. Sal wiped his sweaty hands on his pants legs before going in. The r
oom was big with a row of windows overlooking the gulf. He locked his eyes on the woman standing behind the wide desk, watching to see her reaction as he limped toward her. The smile on her face grew slightly and her eyes remained warm, with no hint that she even noticed his limp.
The closer he drew, the more stunning she looked. He stopped in front of the desk and leaned a hand against it as he studied her face. An inquisitive look came to her eyes so he told her. ‘You look so much like Pier Angeli, I can’t believe it.’
She took in a breath and her eyes became even wider. She nodded, seemed choked up momentarily. She waved to the chairs in front of her desk before she sat. Sal held onto the chair arms to sit, a shock of pain reverberating through his leg. He felt perspiration dripping down the side of his face and resisted wiping it.
Damn his luck. These bouts of pain came once, maybe twice a month as the muscles contracted, usually due to stress or over-activity. Looking at Lucy’s marvellous face, he felt his heart sinking.
Were those tears in her eyes?
She looked away for a moment, then back at him and said, ‘My papa used to call me Anna-Maria. That was Pier Angeli’s first name. She was born Anna-Maria Pierangeli, the last name all together.’
He didn’t know that.
Lucy took in a deep breath. ‘You’re the first person, besides my papa, to even think I look like her.’
‘I love old movies. Musta seen The Silver Chalice, The Devil Makes Three and Somebody Up There Likes Medozens of times.
‘My papa loved The Silver Chalice, even though Paul Newman despised it.’
Sal didn’t know that either. Pier Angeli was stunning in the white gowns she wore in that particular film.
Lucy glanced at a piece of paper in front of her. ‘So, your father’s underboss of the Erede Family. And you’re the family’s accountant.’
‘I’m a capo actually. Got my own crew, but we’re pencil pushers primarily.’
‘Well, this is a business arrangement and your qualifications are pretty impressive.’
But not my looks. We are talking marriage here.
She looked at him for a long moment before her face lit up. ‘We have a retrospective theatre in Bay St. Louis.’
He recalled it was on the list of Incanto holdings, part-ownership of a theatre.
She picked up her phone and after a moment said, ‘See what’s playing at the Bay Star Theatre.’ A second later, she added, a little more forcefully, ‘In Bay St. Louis. Look it up on the internet.’ Pause. ‘What do you mean? You just access Google and type in … Never mind, we have a newspaper out there. Look it up. Who took the paper?’ Lucy hung up, shaking her head.
‘Apparently my administrative assistant doesn’t know how to access the internet and one of our men purloined our paper.’ Lucy stood and came around the desk. Sal pushed himself up and wiped his hand on his leg when she extended hers.
‘Where are you staying?’
‘The Bleu Marine right here in Pass Christian.’
‘Come on. I’ll show you out.’
He followed Lucy, smelling her light perfume, watching the sway of her hips in the form-fitting dress whose colour matched his crimson tie. There were buttons running along the front of the dress and he couldn’t stop wondering what it would be like to unbutton them, slowly. She went through the door and straight for the desk where the girl with two-tone hair was just getting up. Lucy breezed past her, sat in the chair and worked the computer mouse.
‘Just a second, Sal,’ she said without turning around. Three clicks later she had the schedule on the screen. She looked back at him. ‘Holidaystarring Cary Grant and Katherine Hepburn. Ever see it?’
‘Long time ago. I think it’s a screwball comedy like Bringing Up Baby.’
She smiled again. ‘Perfect.’ She turned back to the screen. ‘There’s a four p.m. showing. We’ll have dinner after. OK if we pick you up at three?’
‘Sure.’
She stood and he backed toward the elevator, nodding to Lucy and thanking the consigliere who was still in the waiting area. The nine seconds it took for the elevator to come were the longest, pain-wise. He stepped in, pushed the one button. As the door closed, he saw Lucy still smiling at him. He smiled back and grabbed the railing as soon as the door closed. He almost collapsed, his left leg nearly useless. When the elevator stopped, he pulled himself out, bouncing on one leg. The two Incanto men who’d brought him from the casino were seated in the foyer jumped up and came rushing.
‘Let me give you a hand.’ The huge man with a large nose took his right arm, while the other took his left.
‘It’ll pass. I banged it on the way in this morning.’
‘No problem, Mr Comodo. We’re your drivers, remember?’
‘Sure. You’re Louie and why they call him big nose, I’ll never know.’
Both laughed as they helped him to a silver Cadillac. Getting in, “Big Nose” turned around and asked if he was comfortable. Sal wiped the sweat from his face with a handkerchief. His leg was feeling a little better already, still weak and painful, but better.
‘I’m good,’ he told them.
‘What’s you moniker?’ asked Big Nose.
Sal smiled and said, “The Gimp”.
After a mile, Louie, who was driving said, ‘You don’t have to stand for that. Pick your own name and fuck ‘em, they better go along. You’re a made man. They’d better go along.’
Sal, looking out at the white beach as they passed, said, ‘My father’s the underboss. He gave me the name.’
Both men shook their head but kept quiet.
Sitting back behind her desk, Lucy realised she hadn’t flashed Sal, hadn’t given him a glimpse, no legs, no stockings, not a hint of her panties. What was she thinking? No wonder he was sweating. She’d have to do better this afternoon.
If she’d unbuttoned her dress as she’d planned to before he came, instead of trying to make it part of the show, she wouldn’t have forgotten. Turning to the window, Lucy looked out at the waves, choppier than normal. She got up and opened the window, letting in the salty breeze and the sound of gulls calling out. The wind was picking up. Maybe there was a storm out there. No hurricane. The Guag checked the national hurricane centre daily and there was nothing brewing in the tropics. He’d mentioned a wave moving off the coast of Africa, but it was far south and heading directly west.
Damn, she missed the opportunity, the turn-on, getting Sal to stare at her. She was still riding the high of standing naked with the old man Harry and his friend. They’d be jacking off to those photos for years, if they could still get it up. That was sexy, like flashing the candidates when they came in.
Lucy sat back down, remembering how she’d discovered the power of panties. She was a senior at Sacred Heart and some boys from a nearby all-boys school had come for after-school tutoring. Since she was one of the girls who boarded, she was asked to sit with four boys before their class began. They were outside near the back corner of the main school house, the boys sitting on the grass, Lucy on a cement bench. The school uniform Lucy wore included a white button shirt and a blue wrap skirt with an oversized safety pin to keep it closed. The skirt had to reach the knees and they wore black shoes and white socks, no stockings and only a hint of make-up for juniors and seniors.
Lucy had lost her safety pin, changing from gym class, but thought nothing of it. As she sat on the bench, the left side of her skirt opened and she saw the boys notice right away. She felt an immediate tingle as her heart rate rose. The bench was hard on her ass, so she got off and sat with her back against the bench, knees high, book she was studying on her lap. With her knees up, she knew the boys could see under her skirt. Slowly she worked the skirt until it fell off her left leg and then her right leg. Then she casually put aside her book and removed her shoes and socks, her only comment was how the grass felt cool on her toes.
Sitting cross-legged, the entire front of her panties were visible as the boys leered right at them. Pretending not to notice
, she faced the sky and shook out her head. She felt her heart pounding, felt perspiration working its way from her arm pits, felt wet between her legs. Looking at the boys, she pretended she’d just noticed and giggled.
‘Come on, y’all act like you’ve never seen a girl’s panties before.’
Two of the boys looked away, but one said, ‘Not like this.’
The fourth boy said, ‘And we can see some of your hair.’
She looked down and sure enough some of her bush was sticking out the side of her panty. She went, ‘Oh, I can fix that,’ and proceeded to pull the side of her panties to cover her bush, which exposed the other side of her bush.
Then she went for it. She pulled the side of the panty away from her bush, exposing half of her bush and pussy lips before tucking it back around to cover the bush. She did it to both sides of her panty, giving all four boys a good look at her pubic hair and pussy before giving up and leaving hair sticking out both sides.
The boys were pale and panting and their eyes seemed to stare with a red intensity. She was so turned on, she almost came. When the bell rang for them to go, they got up and each thanked her for being so cool. ‘You’re the sexiest girl I ever met,’ one said.
Returning to the present, Lucy picked up Sal’s info sheet provided by The Guag and noticed, for the first time, Sal Comodo’s nickname was “The Gimp”. Was that supposed to be funny? She noted how he acquired the limp in an auto accident when he was nine. Almost lost the leg. Had over a dozen operations but refused to give up the leg, even as a child, insisting on keeping it. That showed an inner strength. But he looked like he was in pain. Doesn’t he take pain killers?
Sal was thirty, never been married, had gone to DePaul University for a year before moving on to Lake Forest College, where he studied accounting for a while. He ended up at a business school before passing the CPA exam without a college degree. Not bad.
He had an interesting face. Not good looking, but an interesting face like Humphrey Bogart. Actually he looked a lot more like that German actor who played the submarine commander in Das Boot.Jurgen Prochnow or something like that. Sal’s face was lean and his hair thick and wavy. But it was his eyes, as dark brown as hers, that were his best feature; large and expressive, giving this tough-looking man a vulnerable look.
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