Did Joan Randall have a weak heart? If so, why was Dr. Carreba hiding it in his files? Evidence of a heart attack would certainly show up should the woman die in the throes of an orgasm. Then the police would surely check with Carreba to see if he'd had any evidence of a pre-existing heart condition where she was concerned.
Doctors are only human, but when it comes to their records, they fake nothing. So if Dr. Carreba's records showed Joan Randall did not have a heart condition, I was willing to bet she didn't. Which meant there was no way Cy Roberts was going to fuck her to death. So why should Carreba even want him to try?
Instead of going to my office, I went home. I'd left the videotape equipment at the apartment and I wanted to look at everything again.
Setting the monitor on my side table near my reclining chair, I poured me a half tumbler of rum and coke, going heavy on the coke. Then I started the machine going and watched the action I'd already seen the previous day. It had been more fun watching it yesterday, with Debbie, but now I was able to concentrate on what was happening instead of getting all worked up.
Both participants had enjoyed themselves immensely, but it was Cy Roberts who was doing most of the work. If anyone was going to die of overwork it would be Roberts and not Joan Randall. But the only one to benefit from Roberts' death would be Judy Roberts, and then only if Cy Roberts left a large amount of insurance. Otherwise it was she who had the money, not he. But if Judy wanted Cy to fuck himself to death, she would never hired me to get divorce evidence. Once divorced, he'd probably change the beneficiary of any insurance policy he might have. Besides, Judy Roberts had enough money of her own. She didn't need anything Cy might leave her.
I phoned Judy Roberts. She was still home. The police had just left, and though she was still a bit shaken by the day's events, she told me she had stuck to the story I had given her. I was in no way connected to what had happened at her home.
I asked her if she knew anything about a will of her husband. She told me he'd only recently made one out dividing his estate equally between herself and his former wife, Raquel.
"What about his insurance?" I asked.
"He only has one policy, for a quarter of a million dollars," she admitted, "but he took it out while still married to his former wife. Part of the divorce settlement was for her to pay the premiums on the policy and keep it going, so if anything happened to Cy before she remarried, she'd collect the insurance in place of the alimony he was paying her."
I thanked her for the info and hung up. Cy Roberts was not the most popular guy in the world. Two wives, one of whom had already divorced him, and the other about to do likewise.
Point: Cy Roberts had a $250,000 insurance policy with Raquel Roberts as his sole beneficiary.
Point: In order for Raquel to collect, Cy had to die before she remarried. And I was willing to bet she was still single.
Point: Cy had married a wealthy young lady. Had she died before he passed on, all her money would be his in addition to his insurance policy.
Point: Cy Roberts had a will equally dividing everything between his two wives. But if Wife #2 predeceased him, everything, insurance money, plus his entire estate (also consisting of the money left by a dead Judy) would go to Wife #1, Raquel Roberts.
Conclusion: Although Judy Roberts had been the intended victim of Ignatz Randall, Cy Roberts and not Joan Randall would be the one to eventually kick off, making Raquel Roberts a very wealthy woman. In order for Raquel Roberts to acquire her wealth, she'd have to have someone convince Cy Roberts to join the murder club, making him think he was the eventual assassin instead of the intended victim. There were no women in the club so Raquel Roberts couldn't have introduced Cy Roberts to the club herself. A man had to do it. And that man wasn't one to settle for the mere fifty G's the club would receive from either Roberts or, in reality, Raquel Roberts. Whoever introduced Cy Roberts to the murder club would go for all the marbles by eventually marrying Raquel Roberts, but only after Cy Roberts had been rubbed out, or to be more precise fucked out.
My chintzy-sounding doorbell rang. Looking through the one way mirror embedded in the door, I was surprised to see two good-looking chicks standing outside. Both were dressed immaculately, in brief mini-dresses.
I opened the door and saw the two chicks were alone. On closer inspection I noticed neither one was overly beautiful, but both had nice bodies. I invited them in, shutting the door behind them and explaining this was where I lived and not where I worked.
"We know that," the taller of the two stated as they both sat on my sofa. "We're not here to hire you. As a matter of fact we came here at the request of someone who wishes to remain unknown. He apologizes for the rough way two of his men spoke with you last night and says he holds no hard feelings for the way you handled them."
"I'm glad," I nodded, feeling a bit wary.
"He wants to know if there is anything Ruth and I can do to make you consider not taking a case for a Mrs. Roberts."
Normally I'd have tossed both broads out on their keesters, but my employment by Judy Roberts was over, so I could promise all sorts of things now, if only to get the goodies about to be offered. I mean, where my clients are concerned I'm very careful, but otherwise I'm totally unscrupulous. Besides, these chicks, sexy as they were, weren't hookers. This meant they weren't being merely used by someone for money, but were probably well aware of the name of their employer. But just because they weren't prostitutes didn't mean they weren't about to offer me the same thing a whore offers. And by now my batteries were almost completely recharged.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Cassandra Lamb," she replied. "My friends call me Lambie-Pie."
Lambie-Pie was all of five feet three inches tall. She had a set of cannon shells demanding one stare at them, and stare I did. Her waist was thin, and she had a fiat belly, with almost no hips. Her thighs were thin and her legs were very skinny, but oh those knockers.
"And you?" I said to the other girl.
"I'm Ruth Bennet," she told me.
"No nicknames?"
"Not unless you consider Ruthie a nickname."
Ruth was shorter than Lambie-Pie by two inches. She had light, short, upswept blond hair, as opposed to Lambie's long, dark blond tresses. Where Lambie had a large nose and even larger teeth (all even and white), Ruth had a tiny nose, and small teeth. Lambie had a strong chin, and Ruth's receded. Ruth's figure was more in proportion than Lambie's. Ruth had ordinary-sized boobs, held firmly in place by a tight bra, while Lambie's monstrous jugs jiggled as she walked. Ruth's waist was a little fuller than Lambie's, but she had heftier, nicer thighs and legs.
Someone wanted me away from them, and wanted it bad. That someone was unaware I was finished with Judy Roberts, and had first tried convincing me to drop the case using a stick (the two men who had visited me last night). Now they were trying a couple of carrots. Either way, I was being treated like a jackass. I didn't like it. So I decided I'd pump these broads in more ways than one.
"What are you girls drinking?" I asked.
"You're accepting the offer?" Lambie-Pie asked.
"I guarantee not to go to work for Mrs. Roberts for as long as you wish," I answered. "Now, how about those drinks?"
"Why waste good liquor," Ruth said, standing up. "Let's do what we came here to do."
Both girls disrobed, tossing their clothing carelessly about the room. I tucked my gun away where they wouldn't find it, then stripped down, too.
Lambie-Pie had the big fits, all right. They stood straight out, sagging solely from their weight and size, though her tit muscles were still strong and pulled as best they could. But it was Ruth's body that caught my eye. Her smaller, firmer, rounder fruit-like breasts were a delight to the eye, so plump and ripe. Her nipples were large for her breasts, with equally large pink areolae looking like splashes of syrup against two white hills. She had a round, soft belly with a winking navel, and light blond tendrils of hair rose from her smooth, flat pussylips. Drops of colorless juice were already inching their way down her thighs.
Lambie's mountainous paps swayed as she walked, and she knew the way they moved from side to side had a hypnotic effect on anyone staring. Her belly was flat and her navel was much larger than Ruth's, as if someone had already reamed it out with a cock.
"I want to take a bath," Ruth told me. "I feel like having something wet inside me."
"Hell!" I exclaimed. "You sure don't need a bath for that."
I kneeled in front of her and kissed her moisture-laden pussy, then let my tongue wander up her belly. As I reached up and began sucking on her sweet tits, she used her toes to tickle my balls.
I grabbed her round ass cheeks in both hands and pulled her blond muff against my face, stabbing my tongue deep into her dew-filled honeypot. I lapped at the two creamy pink outer labia, and felt a bit of a surprise as Lambie kneeled behind me and pressed her face to my butt. I could feel her snaking tongue leap into my ass crack, sending a hundred thousand volts of electricity into me as it moved up and down in a gentle rhythm, making my own tongue, buried deep in Ruth's honeysuckle cunt, keep the beat she was setting.
Lambie pulled the pillows and spread off my bed (I'm neat.. I make my bed every morning) and the three of us got up and went to the bed. I noticed the girls had lesbianic tendencies as well as the urge for cock, because once they got on the bed, Lambie wasted no time in keeping Ruth hot by kissing her neck and running her fingers up and down Ruth's well-constructed thighs. And Ruth was fondling the silky flesh of Lambie's ass. When I came over, Ruth remained on her back while Lambie moved up, fondling Ruth's firm tits and letting me delve between the light blonde's wide open thighs. Lambie swallowed Ruth's berry-like nipples again and again while my tongue described oval paths in the center of Ruth's flushed cunt. As I lapped, I could feel Lambie's fingers massaging Ruth's swelling clit until it was large enough for me to take between my lips and lash with my frenzied tongue. This made Ruth writhe in ecstatic passion as one of Lambie's fingers sank into her golden muff, just below where my tongue was still furiously thrashing her clitoris. Lambie pushed the forefinger of her other hand into the tight, squeezing hole of Ruth's delectable ass. Both girls smelled of perfume and soap, so I had no qualms about mouthing them.
"This isn't right," Ruth muttered, sitting up. "We came here to work on Mr. Fokker. I can always come later. Right now you get on your back," she told me, pushing my face away from her glorious fuckhole.
I lay back, feeling Lambie run her hands lightly over my body, sending all kinds of wild currents through me. She ran her hands over my chest again and again, sending icy chills up and down my spine.
"Doesn't it look beautiful?" Ruth asked of Lambie, holding my upstanding cock, letting her thumb smear the drops of lubricious ointment my horny rod was oozing, into the soft skin surrounding the hardened poker.
"Kiss it," Lambie said, and Ruth leaned forward, saying, "I'm going to lick it clean. I'm going to keep on licking it until no more fluid seeps from that sweet little hole."
And suddenly Ruth was licking away furiously, her tongue making swift lines up and down my prong as her hands cupped my tender, aching balls, caressing my nuts as if they were the most delicate and precious things in all the world. Her heart, soul, and mouth were in it as her fingers scraped lightly across the wrinkles of my nut sack, as if counting them.
"Ruth just loves cocksucking," Lambie explained, kissing my mouth and plunging her fiery tongue into my mouth to scorch my palate and gums. I could feel her pillow-like mountains now under my head and would have tried grabbing one of her long, brown nipples had Ruth not suddenly swallowed my erect rod, right down to the hairy root. Her pulsating lips twitched as they sucked their way down, her teeth chewing with just enough force to drive me bananas. Though her mouth was shaped to the roundness of my heated cock, her eyes smiled and danced merrily, knowing she was thrilling me. Her throat was emitting purring sounds, sending all kinds of static tingles through my wavering wand.
Ruth lifted her head for a moment, taking her tantalizing lips from my cock, and murmured, "Lambie, he has such a delicious cock. Wait till you taste it. My God! It's really great."
"Knock off the talking and get back to sucking," I told her, grabbing her by the hair and ramming her head back down onto my throbbing dong.
She took the full length of my blistering cock right down into her soft throat, opening her pharynx. I could feel the soft pulpy flesh crush around my hardened glans.
"He's fucking your mouth," Lambie muttered to Ruth.
"Mmmmmm," was all Ruth could reply as her slick tongue twisted around my fleshpole.
I looked at Ruth and saw her eyes pleading with me to fuck harder as the heat built up in her suckling mouth. She was begging me to fire my come down her throat. I wondered if I'd have anything left for either of their cunts afterward, but Lambie's electrifying fingers convinced me I would. Still it would take awhile.
Ruth pulled me over on my side, making me extend one leg so she could lay her head on my thigh as I continued ramming my fervid prick into her torrid mouth. She sucked and slurped loudly, enjoying every moment of the reaming her lips, tongue and palate were receiving.
Lambie, meanwhile, now getting all hot and bothered herself, began kissing my face, working from my forehead down, stretching her own body away from me, but letting it inch its way down as her mouth kept working on my lips, and then my chest. She had an icepick for a tongue, and kept stabbing away at me with it, making me buck all the more, thrusting my churning hips forward until I crammed every inch of heated cock into Ruth's working mouth.
Lambie's mammoth mammaries were now at face level, and I began sucking on her gigantic tits, chewing on the prune-like nipples, biting them hard, and arousing her all the more. I reached up with my hands and felt her ass wriggling. So I slipped my fingers between her delightfully soft cheeks, probing her crack for her asshole. When I found it, I toyed with the opening for a few moments, and then rammed a forefinger past the tight sphincter. She jerked, shoving those delicious tit-bits against my face, and with my lips I managed to snag first one nipple, and then the other, gripping the both of them together on opposite sides of my mouth. Her bulbous paps surrounded me, pressing against my face, but was it ever fantastic.
Meanwhile Ruth had found my asshole with her finger, and she began plunging it in. My pounding prick slipped out of her mouth long enough for her to giggle and say, "I'm fucking your ass with my finger, Fokker." And then her gobbling lips surrounded my knob and pushed straight down, sucking in the whole piece of long meat as her finger rubbed back and forth in my rectum, urging me to try and ram my fucking flail into her belly right through her throat.
Now burning hot, Lambie pulled away from me, reversed her position, and slipped a thigh under my head, much the way Ruth's head was resting on my thigh. Then she pushed her torrid twat against my mouth. I felt the hair surround my face as my tongue pushed past the twin doors of her steaming pussy, probing into the exact center of her sexhole. I sucked on her extended man in the boat, waiting until the flesh nub was big enough to chew on, and then bit down. She was so hot, she actually came then and there, her twat juice splashing into my face. I drank it all in, savoring the delectable flavor, squeezing her ass the whole time.
Ruth had moved her head a little, withdrawing her finger and replacing it with her tongue in my itching asshole. A hundred thousand tiny pleasure knives seemed to stab me each time her expert tongue flicked into my rectum. Christ! What a tongue she had.
Lambie tried pulling away as I continued my avid sucking of her oversensitive clit. It tasted so damn good, I couldn't get enough of it, and even though she pulled my hair until I thought she'd yank it out, I kept on munching. And she kept on bucking, flinging her far-out muff against my face, rubbing her split all over my chin.
Ruth was back to sucking on my cream column. I levered the pulsating prick into and out of her mouth with strong, jackknifing strokes as her delicate fingers stroked my swollen balls. As Lambie closed her thighs around my head, I felt the spunk start to climb the length of my thrusting cock. It made me suck that greasy pussy all the harder, and Lambie shook that much more as I chewed and sucked, and speared my tongue deep into her glowing cunthole. Quim juice continued spilling out all over my face, washing my eyes nose and chin, as well as my cheeks.
Ruth's tongue was spiraling down my crazed cock, teasing the trickling sperm within into boiling up and out so she could drink it. I moved like a speeded-up jackhammer, stuffing cockflesh down her throat again and again. And my movements were reacted so that Lambie felt my tongue spearing into her pussy with the same wild beat my churning cock was stabbing into Ruth's absolutely fantastic mouth. The two women shuddered and shook as the first spasm of my climax overtook me with overpowering proportions and I exploded, filling Ruth's mouth with boiling syrup.
Ruth's lips were pulsating leeches, vacuuming the liquid seed I spilled so that no drops fell on me or my bed. Her thirsting mouth drank greedily of the libation I poured into it, seeking even more than I could offer. Had I not been used so completely by Judy Roberts, Nicky, and Debbie in the past twenty-four hours, I'd have had jet-streams with which to fill her yearning throat. As it was, I splashed a relatively liberal amount against the back of her throat, feeling it tighten around the smooth, rubbery head of my spurting cock.
When she was certain I'd surrendered my last seedling, Ruth finally released my shriveled organ and said to Lambie, "It's my turn to come."
Lambie unwrapped her thighs from around my head and made me lay flat, using her electric fingers to massage my relaxed body. Her tingling fingers ran across my stomach, teasing the navel for an instant, and then began to surround my used pecker. Slowly my stalk began to enlarge again, as her titillating digits statically tingled my skinflute and the oversensitive sac beneath.
When the girls decided I was hard enough, Ruth squatted above my bloodengorged flesh drill, and slowly began sinking. It probed into her feminine well, touching all sides at once, filling Ruth with as much pleasure as she felt cock.
Ruth's slender thighs were widespread, and I could see the puff of blond hair above her cock-filled hole as it mingled with my own dark-brown mat. Her flushed tunnel was so in need of my flesh-shaft, it made squealing sodden sounds as Ruth began riding it. Sopping, sucking noises filled the air as Ruth elevated her body to the top of my flagpole, then slowly returned to rest on my pelvis and mingle our different colored pubic hairs. She had a nice, tight moisture-filled cunt, and the moisture covered her entire interior, oiling the way for my frictioning pecker.
I watched Ruth's belly muscles tighten, pull in, and ripple as she rode me. Her eyes were shut fight, savoring every instant of the thrills rasping through her solid body. She shuddered, shaken to the very foundations of her interior, and the tremors passed themselves through my quivering wand to me.
Lambie-Pie, all hot and bothered from being stopped in the middle of traveling toward her second orgasm, now straddled my face, looking at Ruth, using those electric fingers to massage Ruth's berrylike nipples. The way the two girls were leaning toward one another, it wasn't difficult to guess they were kissing, rubbing their tits against each other. I reached up and felt Lambie's heavy tits first, the huge nipples slipping between my fingers. I kept moving my hands up until I could feel Ruth's nipples, and then massaged the two sets lustily while pounding my crotch up at Ruth's steaming groin.
Lambie rode her fiery slit back and forth on my face, feeling both my nose and my tongue move within the confines of her trench. I let my slippery tongue slither back and forth, tantalizing the soft, oozing inner labia, and then I felt her move her body so that her extended clitoris slipped between my lips. I pulled at that nub of flesh, rubbing my tongue hard against its tiny button-like head; a head which in so many ways resembled the glans on a penis, but in a much smaller size, and without a seeping hole. I teased it, pulling on it with my lips, using my teeth to electrify her as her fingers had charged me, and I felt her tremble with delight. She squirmed around, making certain her passion nub remained locked between my working lips, and I could hear her moaning, "Ohhhhhhh, do it; baby, do it, do it, do it. For Lambie-Pie, do it."
And I did it, feeling the smooth roundness of her clit head grow so that I could actually taste the tiny shaft of flesh below it. I sucked on it much the same way Ruth had sucked on my own powering prong earlier, only I had less than a half inch of leeway, while Ruth had been able to make a trombone slide of my entire six and a quarter inches.
As I tongued and sucked on Lambie's thrill-shaft, I felt Ruth continuing to move up and down along the rigidity of my purple-headed cuntfucker. My pistoning prong seared through her soft, wet membranes as if poking through the meat of a soft melon. It wormed its way around as Ruth moved her luscious hips in a circular way, and I could feel Ruth's thighs starting to tighten. She was closing in on her climax. I could feel the way her arms tightened around Lambie, pulling her even closer, the two sets of tits being squashed hard against one another.
I could feel more than a few sensations myself. My prodding prick pushed fervidly into her volcanic cunt, seeking to extend itself way up into her soft belly. I thought my flailing cock might actually telescope its way into her womb and spurt what little seed I had left right up against the wall where an egg might already be waiting, hoping to be fertilized.
The three of us pumped wildly; I continuing to ram my bloated cock into the furnace of Ruth's blistering cunt, Ruth jamming her torrid sheath down around my thrusting fuck-sword, and Lambie scraping her sopping slot across the bottom of my face as my tongue and teeth did wonderful things to her peasized meaty clit.
Then my cock began to tingle as if the sodden pussy into which I was thrusting was actually a light socket. All kinds of sparks ran through me. In spite of all my orgasms, my balls now felt filled with boiling liquid wax, and though I knew I wouldn't spurt nearly as much as I thought I felt, the sensation would be terrific.
Reaching up, I grabbed the two sides of Lambie's ass, holding her split tight against my hungering mouth, chewing almost viciously on her swollen clit, and then I felt Ruth's thighs tighten around my body as she stiffened, crushing Lambie's body tightly against hers. I could hear her crying, even though Lambie's thighs covered my ears, and I slurped again on Lambie's extension. The two girls came at once, squashing themselves one against the other. And in the middle of it all, my thumping prick, hammering up into Ruth's slot, suddenly surrendered its contents, firing the white streams of life-giving liquid straight into Ruth's cervix.
Both girls felt the need to relax after that, and I didn't have the strength to disagree. But as we lay there, I decided to ply them with a bit of liquor and see if I could make one of them talk.
Getting up, I went to my liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of Chivas Regal. When the girls saw it was good stuff, both were willing to partake. And to sweeten it a bit, I dropped a bit of sperm into each glass, careful not to dunk my cockhead into the alcohol. The last thing I needed was Scotch burning my mucous membranes.
In less than an hour the two girls had knocked off the entire quart between them. And when Lambie expressed a need to "powder her nose," leaving the room, I started becoming friendly with Ruth. It turned out she knew the man who had hired them. She and her mother had been good friends with him and his mother. And normally she didn't let men hire her body, but because he was such a good friend and because he had paid her a thousand dollars in advance with the promise of another thousand if she succeeded, she had acquiesced. He was a smart lawyer by the name of Kalman Albert. And I was willing to bet Albert was the attorney for every member of the murder club, which was how he was able to find suitable candidates. He had been the only person not present at the meeting the previous evening. I knew, because Kalman Albert had his face in the papers from time to time, with his grubby-looking beard. And there wasn't a bearded person at the meeting. And he was friendly with all the wheels on the Seabrook Police Force.