Shortly before midnight there was again a knock on the door. Thinking it was the maid, Claudia, back to offer him the body that she had denied previously, Hugh hastily sat up and switched on the small table lamp. His clothing was scattered about the room and he was naked, covered only by a flimsy sheet.
"Come in."
The door opened and the odor of whiskey entered, followed by the tall, slightly wobbling but still aristocratic form of his employer, Maurier.
"Good evening to you, my dear chauffeur." The man bowed like a Prussian of the old school.
Hugh stared at him with genuine amazement. What in hell was all this? "Is there something I can do for you?"
"Sir!" Maurier corrected.
"Sir," repeated Hugh.
"Yes, that is better." Maurier indicated the uniform hanging on the door of the closet. "What about it, does that thing fit?"
"A bit too tight in the chest but it fits, Sir."
"Excellent. Some time in the morning, perhaps after breakfast, we shall leave, you, I and Claudia." He glanced about the room, his eyes coming to rest on Hugh. lingering a bit too long for comfort on the muscles and hard, rock-like chest of the young man.
"Anything else, sir?"
"Tell me, what were you, a boxer or a wrestler? Or is it perhaps karate that formed such muscles?"
"I worked in the mines."
"Coal mines? Where?"
"In America. Pennsylvania to be exact. And I went into the diamond mines outside of Johannesburg, South Africa."
"A true worker, using muscle instead of brains. Ahh well, we all cannot possess great intelligence, eh?" Maurier's smile was slight, just one corner of his mouth turning up.
Hugh feigned a yawn and allowed his eyes to close down as if he was ready to fall asleep.
Maurier hesitated. "Ahh, you are tired. Pity. I was ready to ask you to Join me in a nightcap."
Oh. oh, the bastard is starting in early, thought Hugh. "Some other time, sir. I better get a good night's sleep if we have to leave so early tomorrow."
"I agree." Again Maurier viewed Hugh's body and chest; then with a slight bow he withdrew, closing the door gently behind him.
Hugh frowned, thinking he had again put his foot right into a bad situation. After a while he switched off the light and settled down for the night. One hour later rain arrived, bringing with it an explosive thunder.
He found it impossible to sleep. The rain, the memories of the Baldwin's, the gnawing thought that Maurier was crazy, all this was too disturbing.
He wondered about Jane Baldwin, worried that the girl might be searching the town for him. It was just as well that he was leaving. Again, Hugh closed his eyes and tried to sleep.
Later came the sounds; cats crying out there in the garden, strange birds suffering under the rain? or what? He listened, straining his ears, attempting to identify the noise.
Then the sobbing, or perhaps sighing, floated smoothly on waves of sound, and as he listened more intently he knew it was caused by a woman. Ohh, yeah, good old sex, it had to be.
Hugh slid his legs over the side of the bed, donned his trousers, and, bare-footed, stepped out into the hallway. He pursued the sound, going from one darkened and deserted room to another until he discovered the source.
Slowly, certainly, gently like a thief, he wrapped his fingers about the doorknob of Claudia's door. He peered into her room, hearing nothing. Then in that instant lightning exploded and in the brief, almost brilliant light, he realized that the maid's bed was mussed up but empty.
He backed out, waited, pursing his lips and looking left and right, thinking that the sobbing seemed more distinct elsewhere along the hail, in one of the rooms he had not checked.
Suddenly he hesitated. If Maurier and Claudia were together making love then it was none of his business. But his curiosity was far too aroused and returning to the small room would not insure a good night's sleep.
He padded silently down the darkened hall and at the extreme end in a vast room where several candles threw off a flickering light he came upon the maid, Claudia, and Maurier.
Claudia lay on her back, atop an old chaise lounge. Before her, completely naked and with his face twisted into a frightening mask, was Maurier. Hardly the aristocrat now, more the demon.
The maid was naked, clad only in youth and beauty, with her nightclothes bunched up on the floor. Her entire body gleamed in the candlelight, the breasts she was so proud of high, their turgid nipples erect. As she shifted her long, full-calved legs, her sleek hips rolled restlessly.
Hugh tossed a swift glance at his employer, just standing there. What in hell was this all about? What sort of a man was this? But as he watched, a totally frozen spectator. Hugh saw that Claudia was staring up at Maurier without any trepidation. Her eyes were half closed and her tongue flicked along her lips, wetting them.
"Should I?" Maurier asked in a trembling voice.
"If it makes you happy."
"But… I…" Something, some inhibition, was holding the man back. He went to the woman not like a passionate lover but more like a tottering baby who was taking his first steps.
Claudia made no effort to rise. Her breath was coming quickly and the flesh along her thighs quivered. She threshed her hips, causing the wooden legs of the old chaise lounge to creak. Hugh saw how her satiny-skinned breasts rose, the thickened nipples bobbing.
"You are making me wait," she moaned in anguish.
Maurier looked down upon her and then, like a savage animal pouncing upon its prey, he threw himself upon Claudia's magnificent body.
For a moment it was a scene out of the jungle, two battling animals determined to survive with Claudia the more wild, her nostrils flaring, curses leaving her lips. And it was Maurier who abandoned the fight and acknowledged defeat. He tried to rise, shouting that he had already climaxed, but he was held strongly until he surrendered, mewling like a kitten.
Still the young woman kept on with the sexual act, going through an assortment of moves and groans and moans. "Ahhh, si, si!"
"Ahhh, it is long spent, long over and there is nothing left!" Maurier was a sixty-second man when it came to sex.
Hugh was distraught because he had been too curious and compelled to watch. Worse, he found no understanding and thought the scene was only for the debasement of Claudia's beautiful body.
Then the maid's eyes popped open and fastened on the young man standing there.
He met her glance without flinching, then pivoted on his toes and returned to his room. There he quickly slipped on the rest of his clothing, donned his socks and shoved his feet into his shoes. As he closed the cover of his bag Claudia, her used body now covered by a robe, came in.
"Well, what is this? Running away?"
"You two are much too weird for me. I smell trouble, so I'm getting the hell out of this."
She tossed the thick mane of hair back from her shoulders. "You are not so young, after all, so you must have seen stranger things in your life than two people making love."
Love was it, the staccato rhythm of her ass slamming against the chaise lounge and the beast-like crouch of Maurier moaning? She had said before that he suffered from impotence or a shortage of penis. "Love! That's raw sex. Anyway, convey my regrets to his highness because I'm bugging out."
"Stupid. This is a dream job for you. The pay is nothing but you need not worry about food, and even cleaning your clothes goes under the heading of expenses. He seldom needs the car, so you can drive it around all you wish, impressing the girls. And… there's me."
She opened her robe to reveal the globular breasts. Hugh nodded, "I know, prizewinning melons."
"I need the services of a man like you. My nature demands it. I am a healthy woman and with you next to me I would not have to go seeking others in garages or bars or on the beaches."
"Then pack your things and, leave this joint with me."
"What? How would you support us? I would end up again as a waitress in a dirty cafй with my ass pinched by evil men with bad-smelling breath."
Hugh sat on the bed with his hands resting on the knees. He could not tell her he was rich enough to support her in great style for the rest of his life. He had sworn to work, to live on what he earned and not reach into a bank account. "I don't know, girlie, I just don't know."
She closed the door. "I am a sport, I'm willing to gamble."
"I'm listening."
"If I make you happy, then you stay on the job; otherwise you leave the first thing in the morning with no bad feelings on my part."
"Some odds. You know damned well you can satisfy me. I saw the way you screw."
"All right, I know I am good in bed. But liking me is another matter. Perhaps you will like me well enough too."
"And what do you get out of this?"
"I get you."
Claudia untied the robe and it fell away, showing her luxurious body, appointed richly with the dome – like stomach, the rounded thighs so sleek and shining, the womanly hips and, above all, the amazing breasts standing straight out.
"Come, get undressed and put out the light. We have wasted too much time talking."
"You just came straight from Maurier." Even as he spoke Hugh was undressing.
"Yes, but he did not give me any satisfaction. Also, I did not give myself to him the way I intend to now. I offer you a total passion, a woman's true lust now."
Claudia sat on the bed, helping him to undress. Her fingers caressed the hard muscles of his arms and shoulders and as she encountered his flat stomach he heard the intake of her breath.
"Oh. no, never," she said, "I can not let you go."
As she explored his body, expressing delight, his hands searched hers, feeling up the curved sun-tanned flesh of her thighs, touching tenderly the swelling belly, feeling desire flood his loins.
Then Claudia's tongue was darting into his ear and she was whispering: "Presto, presto, caro mia!"
His hardened penis, surprised, creating an unexpected sensation of delight and she was willing to express the new-found pleasure of finding a man who was built like a man instead of an undeveloped boy. Hugh straddled Claudia, his knees resting between her sweating armpits, and he lowered his thing into her mouth.
She fellated him quickly, her lips encircling the penis, her tongue darting. Whining he stiffened and bore down, sending what he had deeper into her mouth. The juice was bubbling in his sac of eggs and he did not want to come.
He put his hands to her head while Claudia raised herself up from the bed, swallowing every millimeter of the instrument. Her tongue sucked away, speeding up, making his penis harder, and he had to yell that it was enough.
He rolled his penis all over her twisting body until she rolled around on her stomach, drew up her knees and presented her curving buttocks to him. "Take me from the rear."
Hugh watched how that beautiful ass widened, becoming more large, definitely more rounded. Then, gloating in triumph, he gripped the smooth cheeks and knifed neatly underneath, entering the slightly puffy-lipped vagina. His shaft delivered an unexpected excitement, causing jagged streaks of pleasure to tear into Claudia's curvaceous body.
"Mama mia!"
"Aaaahhhh. girlie!"
Hugh attached himself to Claudia, blending more, fastening his chest to her back, his loins to her rotund and always squirming buttocks. His manhood was completely sheathed in the wet, velvet-lined hole.
"I… am… ready now!"
She was timing his action, ready to start a perfect synchronization so that the partnership would be complete. He retreated and pushed forward, easily bringing her to orgasm. As she squealed from happiness he admired her smoothly muscled shoulders, her hard bosom and her rippling thighs.
The peculiar tingling, too seldom brought on before, went through her arms and legs. Spasm after spasm caused her body to twist and she nearly screamed out.
She fell forward, flinging her limbs out, her buttocks still humping as the climax passed. Hugh, his penis smeared with her oils, simply looked down at the poor maid.
That was that, he figured, there would be nothing more for him.
He was wrong. Lust had brightened and sputtered and leaped in the blazing white fire of passion that night and the game between himself and Claudia was far from over.
It was his turn to add more fuel to the flame and this time he let his tongue and hands do the job. Each of her lovely breasts was measured and treasured. The strapping ass, so thrusting and resilient, was washed clean with spittle. The soft belly was laved, the rounded hips stroked, the full thighs and long legs rubbed with his penis and mouth.
"Can you still go on?"
"All night," she answered.
Two of his fingers slipped into the pelt covering her vagina and fondled the slight protuberance. Electricity scorched the girl's loins as a tongue went where the finger had been. The lips of the vagina quivered, the button within throbbed and a murky juice flowed.
"Nooooo!" Claudia's fingernails were like claws, digging into his arms and shoulders.
He enjoyed this night, sucking the girl clean, washing her body with his ever-busy tongue. "Man, are you beautiful! This prizewinning body! Ohh, Claudia, there is just one like you in this world."
"You can keep on all night without coming, can't you? It seems that way."
"Not always, just now."
Claudia could only lie limply with just her curving hips mobile, always in action, agitated by her new lover's caresses. "You are wonderful! Where has a man like you been all my life?"
"Looking for you, maybe."
He really busied himself. He brushed the beautifully taut thighs with his tongue, scraped the pubic hairs with his teeth and introduced his tongue to the slit.
It was the ecstasy that the prizewinning housemaid had always sought in bed and seldom found. She tossed her hips up with an easy effort, slung her long legs over his bobbing shoulders and groaned as the long-awaited penis again entered her.
"Divine man!"
Hugh was amazed by the happenings. The girl's ass just went wild. It was not just rhythmic but perfectly rhythmic, so swiftly moving, so crazily rapid that he knew his orgasm was not far off.
"Girlie, I am going to go off like a traffic light. Slow that rump down!"
"I cannot, can not! It is not under my control. Come if you so desire because I cannot stop!"
Hugh thrust in deeply and looked down at his new girlfriend, seeing the sweat dribbling in the crevice of her sunburned breasts. For the last time now he summoned his energies to take her with still more heated passion.
She fought it out with him, welcoming his every hard thrust, not caring how swift, knowing he was quickening in order to bring her to climax before he shot his load.
"Ahhhh, si, si, my lover! In! Out!"
"In! Out! I'm, going, I am trying… aaaahhh!"
Claudia slid under Hugh, vibrating as he plunged deeper, flowering too as he gushed like a flood. "Aaaaa, you came, my lover!"
"Ugh, ugh. uhhhhh!"
Hugh pushed her legs wider apart and bent forward, holding his face against the somewhat' brownish melons of her breasts. And then… it was over for both of them.
Claudia left the bed, thinking that perhaps she could go and wash. But the poor battered girl took just two steps, stiffened, and reeled right around, falling across Hugh's prone body in a near faint.
"Such a man!"
"And what a woman you are!"
"I could do no more even if I desired. I know now what it feels like to be dead."
Hugh tried to answer but for the moment no words came. He even lacked the strength to talk.
Claudia opened her eyes. "Well?"
"You do not have to ask, do you?"
"Then the answer is yes?"
"Definitely yes. But you must stay here in this bed all night."
"Crazy man." She pressed her hot, pulsing lips against his cheek. "From now on, caro mio, I shall warm your bed every night and during the day also, if you want me to."