Perhaps he'd known that all along too, if he'd wanted to face it, Gil thought, as he lay there unmoving beside the partially covered, sleeping form of his naked Jan. She slept open-mouthed in her drunken stupor, her luxuriant wealth of long, coal-black tresses fanned crazily over the silk of the pillow, her pleasing, firm breasts rising and falling in an even slow tempo with her breathing. Simply loving a man or woman was not enough… the Goddamned word alone was too deceiving! Or was it just too misused? Yes, she loved him, just as he loved her, but she hadn't loved him enough to want him as Randi had wanted him!
Or, had that been his fault, too? No, not entirely, he realized, still, he'd been, at least, as much to blame as was she. Both of them were guilty of letting it grow stale between them. He'd tried to substitute money and luxuries for his sexual failings, while she in her damned near-nymphomaniacal drive, had obviously given up with him rather than suffer frustration and unfulfillment any longer. And Christ almighty, could he blame her for that…? Not now, maybe before, but not now… after spending a night with Randi… a night of orgiastic abandon so debased and wanton that now it hardly seemed possible it could have happened!
Oh Christ, if only there was something he could do! Some way he could change it all, scoop these precious people up and carry them off to some faraway place where no one could ever find them… and they'd have each other… just each other…! God almighty, what was he saying? What was he thinking?
He shook his head suddenly as if to throw off the cob-webs of subconscious lust that had been slowly webbing his licentious brain ever since… maybe before, Randi! His Katie! That's who he was thinking of! His own sweet and beautiful baby! Damn, he ought to burn in the fires of hell for even conceiving such thoughts! But he couldn't help it… he couldn't! Nor could he get out of his mind the warped idea that Lee and Jan too often looked at one another with forbidden desire in their eyes! He'd seen them; watched them… studied the little mannerisms his lovely wife displayed so affectionately around their son… and… and he couldn't help but wonder if Jan had noticed his own permissive hands when he was next to Katie…!
Goddamn! What was going to happen to them… all of his beautiful, beloved family? What would Jan say when he told her what he had to… what he'd planned and wanted to explain last night at the club, before she'd gotten completely out of hand? Would she be willing to help him? God knows he'd be more than willing to forgive any indiscretion of hers; he could understand the circumstances that had driven her to them… but would she understand his plight and help him in the only way she could? Or… or would she just desert him… let him sit and wait for them to come and get him…?
A cold tremor ran the length of Gil Martin's frame. He tried to shake it off. He'd even lost track of time, but the sun was streaming through their window. A few minutes ago… or was it an hour, he'd heard someone in the hallway and a door close. One of the twins, no doubt. He looked at his watch… 7:45. Christ, he couldn't lay there any longer. Maybe… maybe, if he went and talked to Jenkins again… at least, stalled him off… but that wasn't going to help him at the bank. And Jan was still too loaded to try and make sense with. Fuck! Fuck! How had he ever gotten himself into such a situation? Why hadn't he quit when he was ahead? Greed, avarice, that's why! Loot! Money! Bread! He'd wanted it, and Jenkins had assured him the race-track was going in there… he'd gotten the information from Senator Wentz, himself! Oh God… He had to do something!
He looked over at the slack face of his sleeping, lovely wife.
"Jan…" he spoke softly, placing his hand on her rib cage and gently jostling her. "Jan…?"
"Hungh… wh… what? Mmmmmmmmm… let me sleep… so tired, Honey… so tired…" she mumbled, never opening her eyes as she turned her back to him and thrust her bottom upward toward his face, the sheet falling away to reveal her luscious buttocks.
Gil sighed heavily, then covered her. He turned onto his back again and reached for a cigarette, lighting it.
It was futile, anyway, he decided, letting the smoke breathe from his lungs. He'd overplayed his hand, and now he had to pay for his losses. It wouldn't take long… ten years… fuck it! He'd go prune his rose bushes… enjoy some of it before they took him away! At least, he always had his memories… and he'd never forget that Randi…
… She'd held his face cradled in the soft, sweet-smelling hollow of her neck, while his one hand gently stroked her left breast. Slowly, she eased her legs down on either side of him, forming a protective berth between her thighs where he might lie, their damp pelvises and drenched genitals caressing each other's lovingly.
"What a real man you are, Lover," she whispered. "I mean real… no fraud. God, I haven't cum like that in ages."
"You're just being kind," he said, wanting to hear more.
"No! It's the truth! Generally, I only pretend. It's easier that way… just to play make-believe, get them off quicker and finish it!"
Gil brought his face from the soft silken flesh of her neck and laid his cheek onto her shoulder. He looked up at her eyes that were staring at the ceiling. He said: "Are you a prostitute, Randi?"
She smiled slowly, still not looking at him, although her soft hand continued to tease his hair.
"That's a nasty term for what I'm supposed to be… but I guess it gets decidedly to the point. Once, I was a singer… an excellent one, too, or so considered at the time… a contralto with perhaps a season or so away from the Met. Would you believe that, Gil Martin?" She made a cynical sound of laughter. "Then… then, I met my future husband. Frankly, I despised him from the first moment I laid eyes on him, but he was relentless. He made me sick and I told my manager that, but he… he was a weak man… and I was weaker. You see, I was born into the poverty of the West Virginia coal-mines. I never wanted to see those days again… so, I listened and was married secretly. Few people know about it, and most could care less, I'm sure… unless it made the spread of some sordid front-page." She sighed heavily. "The trouble with my husband is that he's nothing less than an animal… a depraved, vicious animal. He not only believes in promiscuity, but he demands complete loyalty… else he destroys you! And… and I don't want my parents to know the truth… even being the unimportant little people they are there in Wilksbrake… I don't want them to know… It would break their hearts… Now, do you understand, my Lover?"
Gil continued to stare up at her lovely face. He could see the tears dribbling down her cheeks and raised a hand to wipe them away. "N-No, Baby… not quite. You're saying… saying that you do this because you have to…?"
"Y-Yes… I have to," she answered him. "But I find that I'm one of four other wives who are, one way, or another, forced into this international game, but truly, it's not all as bad as it sounds. We live in unbelievable luxury, have the finest of everything, and meet the most fantastic people… like you, Lover."
Gil made a grunting sound. "I know now that you're making fun of me…"
"Oh God no, Darling! I'm not!" she replied quickly, twisting onto her side to hug him to her. "I meant it… every word I said… honest, Darling! Please… please believe me?"
She had pulled his face tight to her; it was still in the hollow beneath her chin, but her magnificent breasts had bulged up to near-smother him. Her fingers played in his hair and he could feel her long sensuous body working against his own as he lifted his face for air.
"Who…? Who is he?" Gil gasped.
"Who…? I thought you knew, Darling," she said, easing down into the bed until her lips were even with his. "Him… Darrel… Darrel Jenkins… that gargoylish bastard God sees fit to let live on His earth!"
The shock of her revelation took long seconds to instill itself in the recesses of his own wine-sodden mind… but it did. Suddenly, he realized that she was trying to kiss him and he gave his lips and mouth to her, playing with her tongue teasingly with his own, and sensing a feeling of sheer delight with her presence. Christ, in truth, he'd never known a girl like her. She was the absolute!
He let his tongue war with her tiny one, then, she sucked his into her mouth and began to play with it. He wanted to talk, but couldn't. She pressed and squirmed her voluptuous loveliness tight against him while she continued to vacuum his mouth, and he felt her moist cunt splayed with open lips against his thigh, rubbing provocatively up and down. Finally, she released his tongue and mouth, then, she said: "Please, my Darling, don't ask me any questions? Just let it be you and me… no matter what they do when they come in… let it be you and me…?"
She was half on top of him now. He could feel his cock stirring pleasantly into a second hardness. Her cunt was like another mouth sucking at his thigh, and her soft, slender hands were flitting over him like spiders. Fuck, he didn't care about Jenkins, anyway… only this delicious creature who had come out of nowhere to be with him. She was like an apparition…! He gazed up into her face… "You're beautiful, Randi! Whatever you want… your wish is my command…!"
"Oh… Oh God, Darling… I want to suck you! Let me suck you, then…" she whimpered.
"It… it's still soft…"
"That's the way I like it!" she gasped, slithering down him suddenly until her lovely face with her long reddish hair was taunting his belly… her enchanting, open mouth directly above his feebly stirring prick.
"Shit!" he gasped aloud from the mere delight of the thought of what she wanted to do.
He raised his head to watch and saw her take his limp cock in her hand, her eyes drowsily half-closed as she lowered her face, her little tongue slipping from between her separated lips to lick at his prick! He couldn't help but think how it had been in her cunt, and that it was covered with the now sticky ecstasy of their climaxes, yet… yet, she was licking it as if it'd been submerged in honey!
He felt what had been a spent member of his body give a lusty lurch and spring into half-hardness. Her eyes still remained closed as she licked it from his balls to its tip on every side, her luscious breasts quivering with her movements, her long auburn hair tantalizing his belly… then her ovalled lips slipped down over the thickening shaft, encompassing it as she sucked upward again and again to repeat the act.
A super-aching throb traversed through his loins and belly. Fuck, she'd sucked it into hardness! But he wasn't used to it and it felt like a length of cord-wood pulling at his pelvis. He'd propped himself onto his elbows to watch her and she'd twisted herself so that he could see everything she was doing. She held his prick at its thick base so that it stood erect for her, and as he watched mesmerized, she drew his foreskin a half-inch above it, then slid her tongue down inside in a swirling motion, until he could see its tip agitating the glans of his cock inside his prepuce, rotating wildly as if she were trying to bore right down into his loins this way!
The sensation was overwhelming! His rod felt as if it would burst! And then, her soft warm hand was caressing his balls and she was working herself over on top of him… between his legs… letting her one free hand slip beneath his thigh to press it into the air, then, the other leaving his sac to do the same! He found himself on his back… his legs raised high, her luscious sucking mouth smothering his prick…
She raised her head. "Hold them back, Lover! Hold your legs back high!" she ordered, and he did, never questioning, but lifting himself until he lay practically on his shoulders and she began to lave and wash him with her tiny tongue.
He sensed the moist lingual member moving down the length of his now-throbbing cock and playing at its base before moving to his balls. Then, it swept over them, from top to bottom and bottom to top, moistly, delightfully, until one side was suddenly engulfed within a hot, sucking vacuum… then the other, and he knew she'd had them in her mouth! The hairy crevice of his ass was next, and he sensed her delicate hands on his asscheeks, spreading them wider open to her as she bathed it with the saliva from her mouth… and then, his asshole! But first, came the delicious sweeps of her tongue on both inner asscheeks, a half inch away from it, painting them salaciously before she found the raised circle of his hole and began to play with it with the tip of her probing tongue!
Christ, how he wished he could suck it right inside him there! She pressed eagerly, trying to pop it open, and he relaxed himself to the fullest degree, but only the tip ever penetrated, and momentarily, he thought he might lose all of his mental capacities if she didn't stop!
She did, and she didn't! She returned to his balls, licking and sucking them before working her way back up the underside of his now, aching cock… then she took it back into her mouth and he felt her swallow… swallow a second time until she had swallowed its husky knob into her throat, the buccal motions continuing as she seemed to draw his shaft right down into her gullet… and he knew she wanted him to cum there!
"Christ!" he gasped. "Turn around! Bring your cunt up here where I can get at it!"
She did, quickly twisting about to come down over him on all fours, yet never letting his swollen prick from her throat and sucking mouth. She placed her knees snug against his ribs on either side of his body, her rounded, full white buttocks spread so that the slightly opened pink split in her copperish, hair-lined crotch was but a tongue-length from his watering mouth. She pressed her luscious ass down closer to his face, a quivering moan of anticipation vibrating his rod with an erotic urgency that caused his asshole to tingle.
Gil's brain swam with the rekindled lust that was seizing complete control of him once more. Nothing or no one in the world mattered, only the building sensations in his belly and loins and the exotic creature who was obscenely straddling him, sucking his cock eagerly while he stared in growing salacity at the delectable vision of her enchanting crotch with its auburn curly hair lining the fleshy lips of her moist, coral pussy. With his thumbs, he slowly drew the tender flanges apart, feeling the shudder course through her as he exposed the dewy, pink fissure to his greedy eyes, the sensitive raw flesh glistening with tiny pearlish droplets from both her passion and the fucking he had given her. He raised his mouth to the warm pulsating lips and licked them with trembling tongue, licked and circled their ragged edges, then laved through the hot, velvety flesh, his saliva mixing with both of their cum as she moaned licentiously around his aching cock.
He could see nothing through the arch of her gorgeous crotch and thighs but her full rounded tits hanging, their hardened nipples burning against his tensed stomach, yet he could imagine her contorted face and the thickness of his shaft thrust between her sucking lips. Then, abruptly, her asscheeks began to waggle for more vigorous action as she increased the twirling of her tongue around the satiny, rubberlike thickness of his heavy prick's blood-inflated head.
Gil caught his hands up over the fleshy orbs of her ass and drew her down to him, thrusting his stiffened tongue deep up into her hot, moist vagina, causing her humming once more, to vibrate his cock provocatively in her sucking mouth and throat, while she screwed her clutching little hole down onto his wildly spiraling tongue. He sensed her lips creeping further onto his shaft and the muscles of her throat working as she swallowed almost rhythmically, his loins tensing and jerking, and he realized that she was trying desperately to work his shaft down into her throat to his balls. Its head throbbed and jumped insanely with the nerve-tingling lick of her tongue caressing its sides, then, she began to work her head up and down gently and he imagined the pink inner-flesh of her lips being pulled out grotesquely, clinging to the thick shaft as she sucked it voraciously, her mind feverish with the carnality of the act. He felt her breasts swaying and dancing against the hairy flesh of his naked belly from the short up and down motion of her pumping torso, and momentarily he envisioned his Jan sucking him this way; it was her lovable cunt that his tongue was slithering in and out of, and the small, elasticlike, viscous hole his mouth was glued to belonged to her… then all thoughts raced from his mind…!
The door had opened and Darrel Jenkins, with Sara, entered… smiling as they approached the bed, their eyes sparkling in lascivious fascination… and they were both naked!
"Don't stop!" Darrel said graciously, his smile becoming a lurid grin as he came close to gently place his hand on Randi's ass and look down into Gil's face that was half-smothered in the opened, glistening pink crevice of her luscious cunt.
Gil knew that his own eyes must be bugging out of his skull… but it wasn't because of the interruption, he'd half-expected that… it was the near-nauseating sight of the little monster's deformed body. His breastbone and delineated ribs appeared about ready to tear through the almost-chalk-white covering of skin, and when he half-turned, Gil saw the distorted hump of his left shoulder blade; his lower-legs and thighs seemed to be of an equal size in circumference, and his belly a fat little pod, but the phenomenon was the massive length of tubular flesh that grew from his hairless pelvis, its reddish knob only partially visible inside the prepuce in its present flaccid state. Christ almighty, it was the biggest thing he'd ever seen on a human being… if this gargoyle could be considered human! It had to be nine inches long just hanging there, and the tremendous sac it half-hid should contain the balls of a bull!
"We don't want to interrupt," Sara put in, and Gil merely glanced at her, aware that at any other time he would have been overwhelmed with her naked loveliness, for she was in every way the voluptuous equal of Randi… except that she like his Jan, was fringed erotically in black… but the shocking spectacle of Jenkins' sickeningly twisted body had nearly destroyed his desire. "We merely want to join you…" Gil heard Sara finish.
Darrel Jenkins chuckled, then reached down in under Randi to cup and squeeze one breast cruelly.
"You always did have the biggest tits, Randi baby," he hissed between clenched teeth, and Gil felt the vibrations of her groan travel the sagging length of his shaft.
"Aren't they excitedly wound up with each other, though?" Sara said, feverishly. "Look, Darling, Randi's sucked his cock right down into her throat… here! You can see it throbbing…!"
Gil felt like a freak, himself, something abnormal on exhibition as he sensed Sara's small hand suddenly caressing his balls and he lay there with a mouthful of Randi's luscious cunt while he stared up into the agate eyes of Darrel Jenkins' depraved face. Then, he saw the little gargoyle's finger only inches from his nose, probing at the raised, fleshy circle of Randi's anus. Christ! He wanted to kill him…!
"Both of you, roll onto your side… don't stop sucking each other, just ease over," the little man ordered and Gil saw his tremendous prick give a lurch as it started to swell into hardness. "I haven't fucked this doll's ass in ages… Sara, go over to the dresser there. In the top drawer you'll find an assortment of strap-on dildos. Pick yourself out a six-inch one…" he chuckled lewdly. "I don't think old Martin here can take much more the first time around."
Gil couldn't believe his ears! Immediately, rage began to mount inside him and he started to lift Randi's spread crotch away from him, but to his amazement, her legs seemed to tighten, her whole body tensing as if to hold him securely in position as she agilely rolled onto her side, taking him with her. For a moment, he felt as if he were caught in a version of a wrestler's scissors-hold… until it dawned on him that she was desperately trying to keep him from flying into a rage!
Somehow, he had managed to keep control of his anger, lending himself to his beautiful Randi's urgency; then he nuzzled his lips, mouth and tongue tighter into the moist raw flesh of her warm, quivering cunt to lick and thrust, her hair-fringed pussy-lips grazing his cheeks, and he felt her suck his cock deeper into her throat, her warm hand enveloping his pulsating balls as she affectionately squeezed and milked them.
For a moment, he'd nearly forgotten Darrel Jenkins and Sara, but their added weight to the bed reminded him… until he felt soft and warm smooth flesh snuggling in close behind him, her full, hard-rippled breasts grazing and pressing into the muscles of his back, while the contours of her lush, satiny body filled the hollows of his own. He sensed the silken hair of her pelvis against his asscheeks and her hot thighs tight against the backs of his. Christ, he tried to imagine the obscene picture the four of them must make… male and female on their sides enwrapped in a lascivious sixty-nine act, with opposite male and female crowding close behind both participants, one with a tremendous human… or was it inhuman… prick, and the lovely dark-haired beauty wearing a dildo! Shit, it had to be something out of De Sade!
But if she thought for one fucking minute she was going to sodomize him with some Goddamned plastic rod, she better think twice…
"P-Please don't do anything we'll be sorry for, Darling?" she whispered into his ear, kissing his neck then nipping at his earlobe. "We'll be punished… he's not a gentle man, Gil Martin. Please… I'll make it nice for you…"
Gil wanted to say something, but with a mouth full of squirming cunt it was difficult… and his own prick felt as if it were going to shatter from the incessant sucking of Randi's throat muscles drawing and pulling at it while she massaged and squeezed his aching balls. He was going to cum a second time all right; there was no longer any question about that, but the growing pressure of another climax was a mixture of pain-pleasure he'd never imagined…!
"Just give yourself to it, Gil baby," Sara was whispering. "I promise you, it'll be heavenly. And look into the mirror… you'll be able to see everything, Darling… It'll help… Please… please don't fight me…?"
Her entreaties baffled him, and there was no doubt but what she was actually worried. He withdrew his mouth from Randi's cunt and Randi seemed to raise her thigh as if she understood. He hissed: "What the hell are you talking about, anyway? What're you to him that he can make you do whatever he wants…?"
"Like Randi… I was his wife for awhile… and when he gets sick of wives he forces them into his international swap circle… God, Gil Martin don't try to fight it… just help us now! I promise, I'll be gentle… see?" she insisted as he felt her finger playing with his asshole like it was a tiny prick, taunting and probing at it, while Randi sucked wantonly on his shaft and crazy sensations spiraled through him!
Then, he saw the mirror that reflected the whole preposterous, obscene spectacle, but before he could visualize all of it, Darrel Jenkins' massive prick and balls blotted out his view, and mere inches from his eyes, he gaped with bated breath as the little monster pressed the huge, moist head of his cock against the tiny circle of Randi's puckered little asshole. Christ, it was an impossibility! The unbelievable, swollen knob would never fit into her without ripping her passage fiendishly… yet, Christ almighty! She was pushing her quarter-sized nether hole back against it licentiously… and Gil saw it pop open like a wizened tiny mouth and the tip of his horrendous shaft slip in! He felt his cock sucked into her gullet vibrate to the volume of her loud groan around it, and she squeezed his balls tightly as his own sphincter suddenly opened wider and a smooth round object pressed relentlessly into him!
Subconsciously, he clamped his lips around Randi's clitoris and with working tongue, began to suck and lave it frenziedly, his eyes staring at the obscene sight of Jenkins' huge prick worming into the tender pink hole in front of him, the little bastard's ugly and bloated balls practically brushing his own face… while insensible sensations were racing through his loins as the plastic rod attached to Sara's pelvis was squirming into his ass-channel setting off jolts of wild salaciousness to cloud his brain!
Had anyone ever tried to tell him that he could be a party to such a Roman Circus, he probably would've tried to beat them senseless… but in all truth, the lust that was overwhelming him was beyond human reason! The sight of Jenkins' cock gouging into Randi's lasciviously stretched little asshole while she wantonly skewered her channel back onto it was enough to set even a sane man off… but he wasn't sane any longer… not with the sodomizing shaft that Sara had slipped into his own asshole… until he could feel the soft little bowl of her belly and her hairy loins against him there… and there was something that the stimulated shaft was prodding that was lifting him right out of his skull! He couldn't help but thrust his ass back at it as she continued to slide it up into him in a cadence that matched his sucking of Randi's clitoris, and her own buccal caresses of his swallowed cock!
Shit! He was going to cum! There was no holding it back! He felt the squirming of Sara's fingers between his ass and her pelvis and knew that she was fingering her own clitoris. Wildly, she'd begun to thrust the plastic rod up his ass while she clung tightly to him, rolling and squirming her full erect tits against his back as she finger-fucked herself. He saw Jenkins' cock now buried to the hilt in Randi's asshole, her glistening lubrications making it shine when he withdrew the colossal shaft, the little gargoyle's balls rolling massively with every thrust. He plunged his tongue into the depths of her lubricious vagina and felt her quiver and begin to suck harder on his submerged cock in her throat.
"We… we're all going to cum together, aren't we?" Sara said suddenly, her voice quivering. "All of us now… on the tenth stroke! Try to! It'll be beautiful! Cum together…!"
Shit! Gil doubted if he could wait until the tenth stroke! His balls had already signaled warning! He felt the unwinding sensation taking place deep, deep somewhere in his groin! The fucking rod thrust up his ass was prodding his prostate… an unbelievable delight! There was no use trying to hold it…!
Then, he sensed Randi's thighs tighten against his cheeks as she worked herself frantically back and forth between his tongue and onto Jenkins' cock. There wasn't any question… she was going to cum… and now!
Suddenly, weird, choked screams filled the room and he realized their muffled sounds came from Randi with his cock completely absorbed down into her throat! She was cumming, her delightful crotch spasming insanely as he sucked and licked her clitoris unmercifully, clutching at the soft spheres of her asscheeks while Jenkins thundered his monstrous cock between them, and as he stared he saw the little beast's balls begin to heave and he knew he was squirting his load up into her bowels… even as his own cock jerked once… twice… and began to pump out his thick sperm into her sucking gullet with sense-shattering spasms of erotic ecstasy!
Oh Christ! After this, there could be nothing left! Nothing! The fucking world would probably end…!
But it hadn't! It went on and on… the captivating existence of Darrel Jenkins that demanded he be a part of. There had been more such nights… such celebrations of their land ventures and profitable investments… until he'd met all five of the gargoyle's wives and listened to their plights over and over…
Strange, he realized now as he slowly and quietly dressed, how unimportant another person's dilemma was when it didn't touch you. Each one… all of them, had asked for help, and in self-preservation he'd ignored them. He really wasn't much of a man, was he? But what could he've done against the power of Darrel Jenkins? Nothing! In truth, nothing! Yet… might as well face it, Gil… you wouldn't've if you could! You were too happy with all of the loot he was pouring into the coffers that the Martins were living up. You needed that money just to stay even, and then suddenly it happened. He'd brought Randi back for a night…!
It had been a spontaneous thing: Randi had only to take him to the bedroom when he'd hugged her to him and began to kiss her face all over. She seemed out of her mind with joy, while he wasn't sure but what he might lose his own wits in the happiness of seeing and holding her again.
"I've never forgotten you, Gil!" she gasped.
"And I dream of you night and day!" he gasped, running his hands over her near-naked body.
"Oh… oh Darling, what can we do? I love you so… and… and he's a monster! He'd kill me if he ever knew…!"
"I know! I know!" Gil panted, holding her protectively to him, wanting to give her courage but knowing no way. "Oh Christ… he's got me in the bag! In the bag, Baby! We… we bought some land for a race-track that isn't going to materialize. I'm into the bank two-hundred thousand with no collateral, and he knows it. Today, we found out the deal had fallen through… now, if I can't pedal that land… and who wants it? But… if I don't I'm dead… dead, Baby, dead!"
Randi pressed away from him gently. A tiny smile spread her sweet face. "And of course, he won't help you. That's his way of eventually imprisoning people… always on a gradual basis… until you're suddenly overwhelmed by the impossibility of it…"
"But, why me? Christ almighty! I've got nothing he wants!" Gil spat, shaking his head and moving away from her. "I'm no woman he can make a tool of…"
"Of course you're not," Darrel Jenkins said, easing the door open and entering their room. He smiled broadly, grotesquely. Then, he chuckled out loud. "Sorry, Gil, but the room's bugged… purposely, of course. Randi knew it; I told her earlier."
Gil looked at the voluptuous redhead who had turned from him, as if unable to face him any longer. She dropped her head and looked toward her hands.
"May I leave now, Darrel?"
"Sure… of course, Baby," Jenkins replied softly, swinging slowly to watch her walk from the room without glancing back, then, turning to face Gil. "An enchanting creature, isn't she? Of all my wives, I think I prefer her most. Exciting tits and an enchanting ass…"
When she'd turned her back to him, Gil realized she had done so to save herself… the same self-preservation… and then, she was gone. He turned to Jenkins.
"What's this all about, Darrel?" he questioned, taking a step forward. "You knew that racetrack wasn't going in there. The City Council voted against it three days ago! Nick Douglas told me this morning… you were there!"
Darrel Jenkins continued to smile. He walked over to the bed and sat his deformed frame on the edge of it. "I knew," he answered softly.
"But why? Why didn't you tell me? You're well aware that I had to make a loan… a sizable loan to cover my half…?"
Jenkins chuckled. "Yes, Gil, I knew that, too. Just as I know how broke you are… and how you'll be sucked right into prison unless I cover for you… which I'm willing to do…"
"Y-Y-You're what?"
"You heard me well, I'm sure, Gil," the deformed little man said, regaining his feet and walking absently about the room. "I'm ready to save your ass… your worthless ass… for what value it has to me."
Gil stared at him, completely blank in his mind on what might come next. Nevertheless, he said: "And… and what is that… that value, Mr. Jenkins?"
The little man stood with his back to him. He turned slowly at Gil's words and smiled. "I thought you knew already," he said, scratching obscenely at his crotch. "Your lovely family. Gil… your wife and daughter… lovely girls… I've admired them for ages, especially your Jan…" He crossed the room once more with his back to Gil. "Yes… it seems that we might be able to work something out for you, Martin… I mean, God knows, I wouldn't want you to go to prison, eh?"
Gil was dumbfounded. He could only stare at the monstrosity. And then, it all slowly registered, every single word he had spoken… its full meaning enshrouding him slowly, but overwhelmingly.
"You… you bastard! You can't mean… can't mean what I think you do!" Gil spat, his anger mounting into blinding rage as he stared at the little man.
Jenkins saw it. But he seemed anything but frightened. He said: "Don't try anything foolish in your ire, Gil. It'd only be a mistake. I've men in the apartment tonight purposely. You see, I had an idea you wouldn't quite understand the first time… eh?"
"You're a fucking fiend! You miserable little ogre!" Gil spat viciously.
Jenkins' face grew solemn for a moment, then relaxed into its perverted smile once more. "I'm sorry you feel that way about me, Gil. You know, I kind of liked you… even though you're a stupid individual… money-hungry and like that. All the same, my deal still holds." He came closer, his agate eyes leveled fiendishly. "Your wife for ten years of your life, Martin! Your wife and lovely daughter! You see… I have a hell of a yen to fuck them both… my way!"