Perfect timing.
You motion her to get on her knees and kiss your almost-limp organ. Then you pick up the receiver.
'This is Clara Reeves,' a clear voice says.
You can see her in your mind's eye, and you amuse yourself imagining the expression on her face if she could see you now, with a petite redhead delicately washing your parts with her little pink tongue.
'I just got a call from a woman,' the voice continues. 'She says the ring belongs to a friend of hers. She wants me to meet her for tea at the Clive Hotel. I said I'd be there at four.'
'Fine. A woman, eh? Well, try to make friends with her. And under no circumstances give her the ring until you've found out something about her - and her friend. Get her to tell you where she lives, then check it in a phone book.'
The girl on the floor is running her tongue along your shaft, holding it like an asparagus stalk in her fingers and nibbling at the tip. She puts her mouth full on it and kisses it, smiling up at you. We aim to please, the smile says.
'Don't worry,' the voice on the phone assures you. 'I'm not simply going to hand the ring over. And I'll see you tonight to tell you what happens, if - if I come back alive.'
You smile.
She says: 'Will you come to the house again tonight - about ten?'
The redhead is taking it in her mouth, pressing her rouged lips on the bare flesh. Her lipstick is marking your organ. That's fun.
She squeezes you between the legs and tickles you with one well-manicured finger. You slide forward in the seat and motion for her to pull your trousers down.
Now she runs her finger down the groove between your buttocks. You slide forward even more, letting her slip her forefinger into the hole. Wondering how much longer you'll be able to control your voice, you say into the phone; 'Yes, I'll come up to the house. And don't worry. You'll come back alive. Just be careful.'
She tells you she will be, and you tell her that you've got to run. She hangs up and you do likewise.
The redhead is still kneeling at your feet, dragging her mouth up on your organ and pressing it down with an expert side-to-side movement of her head. You let your mind go, and your body becomes one mass of sensation.
She goes faster and faster, and your hips begin to jerk spasmodically. She squeezes and presses your buttocks, and her tongue flicks around the tip of your shaft in rapid circles. 'GOD...'
You open your eyes. She is leisurely cleaning you off with her tongue.
You say: 'You might as well get up now.'
'You don't want to do anything more?'
'No. We've done everything we're going to do, toots. Now fix yourself up so you can make a handsome exit.'
She stands and puts on her panties. She straightens out her skirt and adjusts the ruffles on her blouse. She takes a gold make-up kit and a mirror from her purse, and works small miracles with them. She pins back her hair into an identical facsimile of the coiffure she had when she came in. 'I feel so much better about everything now.' she says casually. 'I feel just the way I used to when I'd been naughty and had something on my conscience for a long time, and then daddy gave me a good spanking and I felt all... well, forgiven and everything.' Just the right note. You have to give her credit.
'How soon do you expect to need another spanking?' you ask.
'As soon as you think I need one,' she says.
'So it's a permanent arrangement? I just go on spanking you and punishing you in whatever other ways I see fit for as long as I see fit. Is that it?'
'It can be that kind of an arrangement if that's what you want.'
'No. I think you've been punished enough.'
You see the surprise in her eyes. She hadn't thought it would be that easy. She's almost afraid to ask, but she knows she must: 'And Abie the Goat? You'll see him? You'll take the case?'
'Don't worry your pretty red head about it. I'll take care of it.'
She pecks you on the cheek and turns to go.
'Haven't you forgotten something?' you ask.
'What?'
'The hundred bucks I told you it would cost you for the conferences with you and Abie the Goat.'
She blanches. She had thought she had you hooked. 'But I told you, a hundred dollars is all the money I have. I can't just give you all of it.'
'All right, make it fifty, then. After all, you have shown me how really sorry you are that you got involved in all this. But I want it now. Cash.'
By this time she's recovered her poise. She doesn't bat an eyelash. Opening her purse, she takes out a roll of tens and counts off five of them. As she hands them to you, she even manages a smile. She's a realist, this girl. She knows that a fifty buck fee for a conference with the best criminal lawyer around is quite a bargain. As she starts to leave the office you goose her and she emits a coy, girlish giggle that any virgin would be proud to call her own.
'Goodbye... daddy,' she says and walks undulatingly out of your life.
You flip the intercom switch and tell Jackson you want to see him in your office. When he comes in you tell him to call the Tombs and get a line on a forgery pick-up. Alias Abie the Goat. 'Then,' you tell him, 'call Judge Harwin's resident and get his son on the phone. Tell the kid I want him here nine o'clock tomorrow morning. I've got a case for him.'
You're very pleased with yourself. In one fell swoop, you get a broad out of your hair and you repay the judge's favour. Very clever. You always like to throw the cases you won't touch to struggling young lawyers, especially ones like the judge's son, who don't need the money but can use the court experience. And young Harwin won't have to worry about damaging his rep when he loses the case, 'cause he hasn't been around long enough to build up a rep to lose.
All in all, a very satisfactory solution. You smile as you imagine the expression on the hooker's face when she looks for you in court and sees Harwin Jr. instead. Too bad. But it's her own fault. She's certainly been around long enough to know that you shouldn't play the game if you haven't got the chips.
Abie the Goat! How could the great Garnett ever defend a goon with a monicker like Abie the Goat?
A Night in a Moorish Harem
'Anna, take the scarf,' interrupted the Italian, 'and tell the Captain something about Circassia.'
The lady thus addressed was about nineteen years of age and she was very tall and slender. Her limbs were finely tapered; so was her round waist, which I could have spanned with my two hands. Her nicely cut breasts were as erect as if they had been carved from alabaster, which her skin resembled in whiteness. The hair on her small head was of the palest blonde, but that at her loins was fiery red, which I had read was a sign of uncontrollable wantonness.
If so, this lady's face gave no indication of it. Her large blue eyes looked at you with the innocence of childhood, and the delicate roseate hue of her cheeks varied at every changing emotion. She stretched herself between my thighs, where she leaned with her elbow on the cushion, supporting her graceful head with her hand. Her bosom rested on my loins and my shaft was imprisoned by her snowy breasts from between which its red crest peeped out while she looked me in the face and told her lascivious story.
'The powerful old chief to whom my mother was married had no children of his own. I was her only child by a former marriage and her fondness was all centred on me. Our religion, which was the Greek, forbade a plurality of wives. The old chief was not likely to have a direct heir, and, as he was now seventy, her great object was to have him confer on me the succession of principality; this last he consented to do if she would countenance his amours with other women.
She consented to do so and the strange compact was formed. I was present as witness, but unknown to either of them, I had been in the habit, for a long time, of frequenting a little alcove in their bedroom where a few books were kept. It was separated by a curtain from the rest of the room and communicated also with my chamber by a sliding panel. This secret panel, which I had accidentally discovered, was a kind often met in such old castles as we inha
bited. It was known to me alone, or, if the old chief knew it, he never thought of it.
I had there witnessed all the secrets of the marriage chamber, and of course my passions were rapidly developed. My mother was still plump and handsome; she enjoyed keenly the marriage embrace, but always had to work very hard in order to finish the tardy rapture of the old chief. On the occasion of the compact I heard her tell him she could give him all he wanted. He could only reply that a man liked a variety.
'Very well,' said she, 'make out the deed for Anna's succession and I will not only countenance but assist in your amours. We can in that way at least secure secrecy and avoid scandal, for no one will suspect a wife of conniving at her husband's amours.' The old chief then confided to her that the present object of his desire was Leuline; the handsome wife of the steward of the castle.
The next evening I was at my post early. My mother had already managed with Leuline. She was a large and voluptuous looking woman with dark hair and blue eyes; her bosoms were not much developed, but her thighs were immense. She got into bed with my mother and pretended to be asleep when the old chief came in.
He undressed and got into bed with them and mounted Leuline, who lay with her head on my mother's arm, close to her bosom. An expression of pleasure stole over Leuline's face, which became more ineffable at every thrust. At last their mingled sighs and the stillness that followed gave proof that the embrace had been mutually satisfactory.
('You can imagine,' said Anna, smiling at the other girls, 'how I longed for the embrace of a man.')
Plans for future meetings and jokes at the expense of Leuline's husband filled up the time, together with explorations of Leuline's charms, till the shaft of the old chief grew again stiff. He plunged it into Leuline's great loins, and she enjoyed it so highly that she finished and left him in the lurch.
I could hardly restrain myself, I so longed for the thrusts that were now wasted on Leuline. My mother must have felt the same way, for she asked the old chief to let her finish him. He had more than once sucked her fine bosoms during this onset. He now transferred his crimson crest dripping with Leuline's moisture.
The energy with which my mother received him made me fairly wriggle my loins in sympathy. She wound her arms around him and played up her loins to meet his descending thrusts, then their frames were convulsed for a few moments with the culminary rapture and they subsided into perfect repose.
I had often before felt wanton emotion at my post of observation; I now left the alcove in a frenzy of lust. I wanted a man, and that immediately, I was about to seek one of the sentinels at his post and confer my virginity on the first rude soldier I met on the cover of the ramparts when I remembered Tessidor; a young priest, who was attached to the chapel of the castle. He was a delicate looking youth of about seventeen, with a countenance which indicated the purity of his character. I went to his room and timidly knocked on the door.
To my timid knock the answer was delayed; when at last he said 'come in,' I saw that he had employed the interval by slipping on a nightgown, for he had been just about to retire. He looked astonished, and well he might when he saw me.
'I have come to make a confession and ask your counsel,' said I.
'Had we better not go to the chapel?' he asked.
'It is better here,' I said, 'for the subject is a worldly one, though of much importance to me. I love a young man who is indifferent to my preference, nay, he is even insensible to my love. I would have my parents hint to him that his addresses would be accepted; but I shall have to marry a soldier and he is not a soldier. What shall I do?'
'Strive to forget him, my lady,' was the reply.
I stood a moment with my look cast on the ground and my cheeks burning. 'Cruel man,' I said, 'it is you who have my heart.'
My head dropped forward, I seemed about to fall, but I put up my mouth for the kiss which he bent over to impress upon it. Regrets were then mingled with kisses, while I allowed my wrapper to part open and expose my bosoms. He ventured to timidly kiss them; his kisses became more and more ardent. I had got him at last where a man has no conscience. He stretched himself on the bed beside me, took me in his arms: our lips were glued together.
As much by my contrivance as his own, but he did not know it, my wrapper and dressing gown opened, and a skirt and chemise was all that separated a stiff little object from my thighs. Fired by lust as I was, I had shame enough left to leave the removal of these slight little objects to himself. I could hardly wait upon his timidity. I must have been the first woman he had ever entered, for he was very awkward in guiding his crest to the lips that yearned to close upon it. It was a little thing, but very stiff.
At last it penetrated me a little way and I felt the touch of his crest against my maidenhead like an electric shock; it set all my nerves tingling with pleasure, and expectant of the coming connection. I could no longer even feign modesty. I involuntarily wrapped my arms around him and he gave the fateful thrust.
His little crest pierced through my maidenhead with a cutting pain which I felt no more than a bulling heifer would have felt the stroke of a switch. The pain was drowned in overwhelming pleasure. The thrill swept over every fibre in my frame, not only at the first thrust, but three times successively, and at each plunge I gave a sigh of rapture. Then my tense muscles relaxed and I received with pleasure at least a dozen more thrusts.
Something was still wanting. It was the gush of sperm that Tessidor at last poured into my heated sheath like balm. He sank heavily upon me for a few minutes with his face buried in my neck. I was enjoying a voluptuous languor, when I felt his little shrunken crest floating out of my sheath with the mingled blood and sperm.
Remorse had already seized him. He raised himself on his elbow and gazed pitifully into my face. I was past blushing so I covered my face with my hands. 'I have ruined you,' he said, 'wretch that I am, heaven forgive me!' He got up from the bed without even giving me another kiss and knelt before his crucifix. 'Will you join me in asking heaven for mercy on my sin?' he added.
I made some excuse and fled from the room. The next morning I heard that he had gone to join a convent in the mountains. By this time I had come to the conclusion that I had let him off too quickly. I had not had enough. Perhaps a warm bath would help to soothe me.
There was a large bath half the size of a room and deep enough when full to cover my breasts; it had a door into my room, also into my mother's who was busy at this time in the morning with her servants. It was the old chief's time to take a bath and he always had the warm water; I determined to share it with him. I had heretofore doubted whether the old chief would want to touch his wife's daughter, but my success with the young priest gave me courage.
I took off all my clothes in my room and peeped through the door. He was floating on his back playing with his shaft, which dangled limber in the water. I had most always seen it stiff, and I promised myself the pleasure of getting it in that position, which I preferred. Pretty soon he came to the side towards me, where he could not be seen by me; now was the time for me to come in as if I had not known he was there.
I opened my door suddenly and ran and jumped into the water. I swam across the bath, turned around and became the picture of astonishment at seeing him. I first covered my face with my hands, then covered my bosom with one hand and my loins with the other. I did not scream; that might bring my mother.
Then I turned my back on him. The side of the bath where I stood was perpendicular. He stood by the sloping side where we got out - of course I had to stay. 'It's all right, Anna,' he said, 'we will have a nice bath together.'
I started to dodge past him, but of course he caught me. 'I shall scream,' said I, but of course I did not scream. I was fast in his arms, his stiffening shaft crushing against my buttocks, and each of his hands squeezed one of my bosoms. My apprehensions of reluctance on his part were all departed, so I kept up more show of resistance. I struggled to get away, but only struggled harder to get around in front of him
. This brought my back to the sloping side of the bathtub, against which he pressed me.
Half standing and half lying my head was still above water. The wantonness of the situation and the warmth of the water made the bath seem like a voluptuous sea. Of course I had put both arms around him to keep from sinking; his hands were thus both at liberty. He needed them both to work his half-stiffened shaft into me. Leuline and my mother only the night before had taken the starch out of it; nothing but the excitement of such a kind of rape would have stiffened it at all.
Half limber as it was, it completely filled me, paining me a little at first, but gradually feeling better and better, pervading all through me with the most lascivious sensation. The warm water churned in and out of my sheath at every thrust with a feeling like gushing sperm. All the water in the bath seemed to be of the male gender, and all of it embracing me and administering to my lust.
For fully five minutes I abandoned myself to the delicious dissolving feeling, not as thrilling as the young priest's had caused the night before, but more prolonged. Even after it had subsided and died away, the plunges of the old chief were still pleasant. Finally his shaft became for a moment rigid deep within me, he gave a throb or two which deprived him of his strength and he no longer supported me.
I scrambled from his arms up the side of the bath and, regaining my own room, shut the door and sank exhausted on the bed. We never pursued the intrigue, as the terror of my mother was too much before our eyes. Besides I was in a few days after engaged in an amour with Rudolf, the handsome young captain of the guards, while the old chief had been supplied with a fresh bedfellow by my mother. This time it was a young maid, who timidly blushed, in the place of Leuline, for I still amused myself occasionally peeping through the alcove.
A short time afterward the old chief was slain in battle and the sagacity of my mother was rewarded, for I succeeded peaceably to the principality, but my mother swayed the real power. I was willing she should do so, provided she did not interfere with my amours. It was by her advice that I did not marry. 'A virgin chieftain will be popular with the people, and you can control men,' she would say, 'far better unmarried.'
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