Judith became an instant success at the cocktail bar, despite the fact that her boss insisted she wear regulation panties under the abbreviated skirt.
As her employer had promised, the tips were good right from the start, and Judith was amazed at how much money came her way each shift. But it was more than just tits and ass that did it. She liked to smile and be pleasant and, with a smile that seemed to light up the room, she was a natural.
Estelle had mixed feelings. She was impressed that the girl was doing so well on her own, but she would have felt a lot better if Judith had remained dependent on her and, been available for more frequent lesbian romps. Still, when they did get together for a session of sex, Judith was great, the best and most beautiful partner she had ever known.
A visit from Judith was always a delight to her, but at five o'clock one morning, when Estelle sleepily answered her door to admit the terrified looking young girl, she sensed that it wasn't going to be an enjoyable session at all.
"My God, Judith, what's wrong?" Estelle asked as she let her visitor into her home. "You look like death."
"Yes," Judith answered. "I am death. It's Pete. He's dead. I know it. He called to me and I couldn't help him. I couldn't do anything. He was falling and I couldn't help him."
"Take it easy, Baby. I don't understand you. Come on, we'll go to the kitchen and I'll put coffee on and we'll talk."
As they walked to the kitchen, Estelle saw that Judith was wearing a dress and nothing else. She was trembling violently, but it wasn't cold, the woman knew, it was tenor.
"What's this about Pete calling you? You mean he called you on the phone?"
"No. Not like that. I was asleep and he called me. It was real. I saw him and I heard him. He was… he was diving off a high cliff into the sea, only it wasn't the sea, it was just big rocks. The sea was farther out. He couldn't make it to the water. Just the rocks."
"Baby, you're all mixed up. You had a bad dream and you have to snap out of it."
"It wasn't a dream, Estelle. Give me a drink."
Estelle took a bottle of brandy from the shelf and found a glass. She poured about three ounces into it, and the girl grabbed it from her. Holding the glass in two hands, Judith raised it to her lips and took a big belt, gagged a little, then drank another ounce.
"Shall we talk now, Judith?" Estelle asked. "Can you tell me just what you saw and heard in this nightmare?"
"The first time he called me, I thought it was a dream and I felt nice, then he called again and I heard terror in his voice. I was wide awake then. He was naked and in the air. At first I thought he was flying, then I saw that he was diving. There was a cliff behind him and all the rocks below. My God, I can still see it. It was terrible. What he was doing was saying good-bye. I understand that now. I thought he was asking me to help, but he was saying good-bye."
Estelle tried to convince Judith that it had been only a dream, but she saw something in the girl's eyes that sent shivers up her spine. It was as though Judith were far away and was looking at something terrible, something so tragic, so real, that her tears were frozen, unable to flow. Later, Estelle told herself, the team would flow and she would do what she could to console the beautiful young woman. Until then there was nothing she could do but pour her more brandy, so she did and Judith took it, eagerly, her hands trembling.
"Conchita mia," Pete told the lushly beautiful woman who sat naked beside him on the hill, high above the blue Pacific Ocean, "you're beautiful and I desire you and you have to be crazy."
His Spanish was as fluent as his English, and the way he said the words made the young woman laugh a deep, hearty laugh which rang out clearly in the bright night.
"I am not crazy, Americano," she told him. "You see, I can have any man I want in my bed. I know you like me. You want to fuck me. Good. I want that, too, but I want it to be under the stars, here above the mighty ocean. I want to have a great orgasm and when it happens, I want also to hear the ocean having its orgasm cm the rocks way down there. Now I ask you, is that so crazy?"
"If it is, Conchita, then I guess I am crazy, too. I will make sure you have many orgasms, as many as the ocean and as powerful, too. What you need, I need, too," he told her as he cupped one firm tit in a gentle hand while the other hand moved over the bushy triangle of black cunt hair which shone in the light of the moan and stars an the deserted hill.
He didn't tell her why his need was so strong, didn't tell her that he could feel the tips of the icy fingers of death reaching for him. He was nearing the end of his big assignment. Actually, it should have been finished. The bomb should have been placed, the railway bridge should have been destroyed, leaving the port city without access to the interior.
It would have been finished, too, but somebody had been stupid. A trusted local agent had drunk too much. Because of that, what should have been a simple job had been botched, and it was necessary for Pete to handle it himself. It was not the way he liked to handle it, but he had no choice but to use the alternate plan. There was too much risk, but he had no choice. Risk was a way of life, and he had to take it.
As long as the drunken fool hadn't talked, there was every chance that Pete could pull off the job and be long gone from the scene before the dust settled. If only the man hadn't talked. He wished he could have been sure, but he couldn't.
Conchita was a diversion. The private secretary of a government official, he had cultivated the friendship with her as a screen. Being seen often enough in her circle of friends would draw attention away from other activities he had to look after. If along the way he did get into her panties, that would be a nice little bonus.
The bombing itself was already set up, it would be the work of minutes, but he had to wait more than twenty hours to do it. Conchita would help pass that time.
They had been at a beach party and she had been warm, nicely warm and getting warmer. Her lover, the government official, was out of town and it seemed like the time for a serious try at getting her out of her panties.
She had been in a teasing mood, alternately promising and then drawing back. It was a game Pete had played many times and he didn't mind it. He was confident that it was going to be a winning game for him, that she would get too horny to keep playing the game and that her long legs were going to open wide for him that night.
They had been swimming and had paused to rest in warm, shallow water behind big rocks, screened from the others on the beach. The kiss had been good and she had loved it as he removed her bikini top and sucked her firm tits. Later, she had sighed warmly when he stroked the crotch of her wet suit and felt the soft heat of her cunt.
It seemed to be the right time, so he had pushed his trunks down and she gasped at the sight of his ten-inch cock. What he saw in her eyes confirmed that he would have it buried up her cunt before the night was over. Her right hand closed around his rod, and she sighed again as she told Pete that she had to have his prick, that she was finished teasing him and that they would go to a special place to make love the way she wanted it.
They returned to the group on the beach, had another round of drinks and Pete watched as Conchita moved close to a woman friend and whispered to her. He knew she was setting up her alibi for taking off and being away for the rest of the night. He saw the other woman smile in his direction. Like Conchita, she was a beauty, and he wondered if she was thinking about entertaining his cock in her cunt after her friend Conchita had gotten her fucking. If so, he wouldn't mind looking after her needs.
And then they were on their way. They used her car and he allowed her to drive, even though the way she did it gave him a warning that they could both be killed without his getting into her cunt.
And then they were on top of the hill, seven hundred feet above the rocky shore. The Pacific was blue-black and the stars were magic, silver blue. There was silver in her laugh, too, and it tinkled like little bells as she told of how she wanted him to fuck her under the stars.
The top of her bathing suit had already been tossed aside and she sighed as he fondled and sucked her lovely tits. They weren't as big or as beautiful as Judith's, he thought, and he trembled at the thought that it would be just a few more days before he would have Judith in his arms once more.
But they were nice tits and her nipples responded well to the sucking and licking he gave them as she panted in heat, horny for him as he was horny for her.
When she asked him to, he took his trunks off and gave her his cock to play with. She accepted it like a child accepting a beautiful new toy. Conchita had seen and felt her fair share of cocks on her way to the top, but she had never seen one tat long and she wondered how it was going to feel in her belly when he fucked her.
A little pang of sadness swept over her at the thought of how it had to end, but she shrugged it off. It was the way of the world, of life. What must be must be.
Conchita squirmed hotly as he peeled the bottom of her bikini down her long, shapely legs, then those legs opened slowly and excitingly as she told him how hot her cunt felt and how much she wanted that lovely long cock inside to put out the fires.
She didn't object when he whispered that before he got his cock into her cunt, he wanted to suck and lick and make her box hotter and juicy, that he wanted to make her come with a tongue fucking her cunt.
Her voice broke as she told him how much she wanted it, urged him to hurry and then her legs were raised high as he kissed his way up a light-brown inner thigh until he scented the musky target. He brought a low wail of passion from her as he fitted his mouth to her cunt and began giving her a slow, sexy cunt-lapping, making her bare ass quiver as it squirmed on the cool grass.
The two of them shut out the whole world, even the bright stars as he ate her cunt and drove her out of her mind with ecstasy, then she was climaxing, crying out her broken songs of joy. Unable to wait longer, his cock aching with hunger, Pete began to move up over her naked body.
He saw her eyes open, then they went wide as though in terror.
"No!" she shrieked. "Not yet. Wait."
He knew she was aching for, the fuck just as he was and he couldn't understand the intensity in her tone, the look of almost terror in her eyes, but then, he couldn't see the man behind him, couldn't see the big club come down in a fast, fatal arc.
"You fool," Conchita hissed as she threw herself aside so that only a little of Pete's blood splashed onto her bare belly. "You stupid pig. You idiot." She bathed the big man with a torrent of curses which insisted that he had no balls, yet enjoyed sex with pigs, burros and other animals, and that, he should perform the ultimate Latin perversion of fucking his mother.
While she cursed her co-workers, Conchita picked up Pete's trunks and wiped the blood off her belly and left thigh. What a tragic waste, she thought as she felt the hunger in her cunt, the hunger that could have been well fed by the longest, most beautiful cock she had ever seen. But it was useless to think of it. The Americano's head was smashed beyond recognition. He would never fuck again, would never breathe again. He had played the same game she played, but she had won and he had lost and paid the standard price.
Still, there was hatred in her eyes as she watched the other man join the one who had crushed Pete's skull. Pigs, she thought as she stepped into her bikini bottom to hide her crotch from them. They were just insensitive fools who would never be able to understand that Pete had been a very worthy opponent. He had played the game well but had been crossed up by someone he had trusted. Before having to pay the price, he had been entitled to that one final fuck, and she would have made it so beautiful for him. What a pity, she thought as she fitted her firm tits into the bra and watched Pete's body being carried to the edge of the cliff.
They laughed, obviously enjoying their work as they threw him well clear of the cliff. After that, there was only silence. A body doesn't make that much noise when it hits rocks, seven hundred feet below.