Holly was in the office sipping a drink when Wiley returned. Cody sat behind the huge desk, smoking and waiting. He looked like a miniature executive who, if he sat there long enough, might grow into a full sized one.
There was a briefcase open in front of him, full of neatly stacked bills.
"Is that it?"
"That's it," Cody said, sighing.
Wiley pulled the briefcase to his side of the desk, dumped it out, and began methodically counting the bills back into it.
"Good God, man, you're going to count it?"
"You bet your ass, Cody."
Behind him, Holly giggled.
At last all the bills were back in the case. Wiley buckled it up and smiled down at the little man. "All there, Cody. Right to the penny. I like doing business with an honest man."
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
"What's that?"
"There was some mention of proof," Cody said. 'Proof that you would keep your mouth shut."
"Oh, yes," Wiley said, moving around the desk. He sat on the side, three-quarter facing Cody in the chair. "I'll explain that.
Cody leaned against the high-backed chair. He laced his fingers in front of his face and peered at Wiley above them through slitted eyes. "I'll be glad to hear it."
"I figured you would. You see, Cody, since you engineered the rape-and it is a crime-you're certainly not going to run to the police and tell them what you did, are you?"
"I'd say that's a pretty safe assumption. Get to the point!"
"Well, the same goes for me, Cody. If I commit an assault on someone, I'm certainly going to keep quiet about it. Needless to say, that money sitting there is extortion. I'm not about to broadcast that either."
Cody's eyes had grown wide with fear. He got Wiley's point all too well. He jumped from the chair in an attempt to get around Wiley and reach the door.
His timing was lousy and his move was stupid. He jumped right into Wiley's big balled fist. It made a splatting sound in the middle of his forehead, but didn't put him out. Gamely, he rocked away from the wall in another attempt to escape.
Wiley buried his fist, wrist deep, in the little man's belly. Air left Cody's body in a whooshing sound as he staggered to the center of the room with his arms around his middle.
Wiley caught him there. He calmly disengaged Cody's hands and arms, and hit him in the same place again. Cody retched, fouling himself, as he fell to the carpet gasping for life-giving air.
Holly, her voice calm, spoke from behind him.
"Are you going to kill him?"
"No." He looked down at Cody's gasping figure. Then he leaned over and unbuckled the man's belt. He pulled trousers and shorts off with one yank.
Holly giggled. "No wonder the little bastard wouldn't ever have sex with anybody. Jeez, look at his cock! It isn't as big as my little finger! Jeez, no wonder."
"Yeah, no wonder." Wiley flipped Cody over and carefully spread his legs wide.
There was another, deeper gasp behind him. "Christ, Wiley, no! Don't do that! You can't do that.., not to any man!"
But Wiley did it.
He raised his foot, aimed the heel directly at Cody's balls, and brought it down with a resounding crunch. Cody screamed. Wiley did it twice more for good measure.
Cody only screamed once more. By the third stomp of Wiley's foot, he had passed out.
Wiley turned. Holly's eyes were vacant. She had spilled her drink down the front of her dress and her hands were still trembling. Suddenly her face went chalk white and she clutched her stomach.
Wiley calmly picked up a waste basket and held it in front of her. When she was through he dropped the wastebasket and pulled the briefcase from the desk.
"C'mon, let's go."
Wiley gave the cab driver Holly's address and settled back.
She sat stiff as a board beside him, staring straight ahead, her mouth slightly open. It was several blocks before she spoke. "What are you going to do to me?"
"You mean, what else?"
"Yes."
"Nothing. I've already done it. You'll do the rest yourself."
They rode several more blocks before she spoke again. "You probably think you're a hero, don't you?"
"No," he sighed, "I think I'm very tired."
"Yeah, me, too." She paused and turned to him. "I don't know whether you believe it or not, but I do feel remorse. I feel sorry for the first time in my life."
"Good." He didn't look at her. "Then maybe you'll try to get your life in order."
"Maybe."
The cab pulled to a stop in front of her apartment house. She opened the door and turned to face him. "Aren't you afraid that one of us will talk, or maybe hire someone to come after you?"
"No." His smile was calm, the most serene she had seen him wear since the first time she had met him. "You see, Holly, you don't even know who I am."
She nodded. "Wanna come up?… one last time?"
"Holly."
"Yeah?"
"Get the fuck out!"
He had the cabbie stop on a corner, a block from the apartment house. Inside the bar, he got a beer and headed to the back and a quiet phone booth.
"Mark?"
"Yeah. Wiley?"
"Yeah. How's Sis?"
"Better. Much better. You?"
"Tired. Disgusted. Drained."
"I set that twenty grand up in a silent trust for Ginny. It's going to give her the best of care. The kind of care that a couple of struggling young attorneys could never give her."
"Good. I've got twenty more to add to it, in cash. I'll drop by your place in the morning on the way to the airport."
"Jesus. You really nailed 'em."
"Yeah, I really did. All four of 'em."
"There were four?"
"Four," Wiley said, suddenly wanting to get off the phone.
"Want to tell me who?… besides the Carpenter dame?"
"You don't want to know, Mark."
"Okay. How'd you handle it?"
"Believe me, you don't want to know that either."
"See you in the morning."
"Yeah."
Wiley flipped the cradle a few times, then dialed again. When the operator came on, he gave her the New York number and his credit card number.
"Hello?"
"Jennie… it's me."
"Who's me?"
"The love of your life, Wiley Morrison. I'm coming home. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon."
"You won't see me, baby. I'm on the Red Baron tonight for Frankfurt. There I meet a sheik and on to Gstaad for some skiing and screwing."
"Is that how it is?"
"That's how it is. I met me a man with some fire, some guts. Everything you're not. Bye."
The line went dead.
He left the booth and went back out on the street. In front of the mail box he reread the letter to Judge Jonathan Carpenter. Satisfied that it told her father everything, he sealed it, touched it to his lips and, with a wide grin, dropped it in the box.
In his room, he removed his shirt and opened the windows wide. It was hot. He wondered why the room didn't come with a fan. Then he remembered the one in the Fine apartment. It was ineffectual. It went around and around, but didn't do any good.
Wiley started to think that he was something like that fan. He was going around and around and wasn't doing any good.
The door opened behind him and he turned. It was Laura Fine.
She had on the usual braless halter and shorts. It was like a uniform, for mother and daughter alike.
"Hi. Can I come in?"
"You're in."
She joined him at the window. Her arm went around his waist and the rounded side of one heavy breast pressed against his bicep. "It's hot."
"Too hot. I'm surprised you don't put in air-conditioning."
She looked at him. "Who's gonna pay for it? I'd have to raise the rent almost double. The renters wouldn't stand for it."
They saw Trina crossing the street. She was in shorts and a T-shirt. No bra. Two men going by admired her shape openly.
Laura sighed. "I hope she gets married some day and gets settled down. She's too wild for her own good."
"She'll be all right."
Laura put her hand on his bare chest. Her fingers traced crazy patterns on his skin. "I like you. I thought about you after you left this afternoon and I thought about what we were going to do. I got so excited I had to…" She blushed. "You know."
"No," he said. "I don't know."
"I took care of myself." She saw him grinning and slapped his face playfully. "It's awful when there isn't a man handy."
"I can imagine."
"You see what you do to me?" She ran her forefinger across his nipple. She put her face close to his chest and closed her mouth over the nipple. Her teeth worried the red tip, bruising the skin. She heard him groan and knew he liked what she was doing. She reached down and put her hand on his cock and rubbed vigorously. She felt no response.
"No good, huh?"
"It's good," he replied, with a sigh. "But there's no future in it."
She nodded. "You'll be leaving in the morning?"
"Yeah."
She moved to the door. "I'll miss you. I mean I really will."
"I'll miss you, too, Laura. I mean it."
She opened the door and turned back toward him. "I'll send Trina up."
Wiley nodded and she was gone.
He stripped down to his shorts and threw his bag on the dresser. It didn't take long to pack it. By the time he finished, Trina walked into the room.
She spotted the bag. "You're leaving."
"In the morning."
She moved to him, tugging at the T-shirt. By the time she reached him she was naked to the waist. "Want a going away present?"
Wiley raised his hands. They came into contact with her breasts and her breathing became heavy. His fingers molded the big globes, the thumbs caressing the large pink nipples. Then, in a burst of passion, she threw her arms around his waist and hugged her body to his. Her breasts were hot pokers against his chest. They kissed wildly, passionately.
They finally broke apart and she went to the bed. He pulled down the window shade and took off his underwear. Naked, he climbed into bed after her. They lay side by side, both of them naked except for her shorts. They kissed lightly and then she pushed him flat on his back and kissed his chest, her teeth hurting the nipples.
She drew her head down to his belly, kissed his naval and the skin around it. She went farther down, her mouth wet and hot, teasing him with her tongue. When he was groaning, she laughed and pulled down her shorts. She sat on his chest, her thighs wide apart, her hands holding his ears. Her body inched forward and she told him what she wanted.
Wiley lifted his head just a bit and his mouth came into hot contact with her cunt. He did what she wanted.
She moaned passionately. Her body shook with convulsions. Her big tits swayed on her chest. She closed her eyes and savored each thrilling second. The shocks raced through her body, one after another. She shuddered and she reached one peak after another.
Then he rolled her over to her side and kissed her again, gently at first, and then with hunger. His hands groped, then cupped her breasts as his body trembled with need and eagerness. Her mouth was warm and yielding as was her body. Desire flooded through him like a surging river.
"Give it to me," she breathed. "Make love to me… don't just fuck me! Make love to me!"
He looked down at her, lust swelling his pride, his mind, and his cock. She lay on her back, her breasts still firm and upright even though they were huge and she was relaxed.
God, she was beautiful, he thought. He could hardly believe it.
He ran his hands up the inside of her thighs. Her knees opened and spread in perfect time with his movement. He placed one hand on her breast and the other by her side for balance, and moved his body between her outstretched legs.
He could clearly see the opened pink lips of her moist pussy. Grabbing his swollen dick, he moved the throbbing head up and down in her seeping crevice. The wetter he got his cockhead, the hotter her cunt became.
He had a magnificent hard-on and he could Bee her clitoris enlarging and throbbing with each stroke of his bulbous cockhead.
Easily he pushed his smoldering prick between her cuntal lips. The penetration was as smooth as he had hoped it would be. He had creamed her opening so well that she had barely shuddered when he poured the full length of his hard meat up her cuntal channel.
He made several gentle lunges into her, but her moving hips, combined with her imploring voice, quickly caused him to progress from the gentle lover to the impassioned fucker.
It only took a few strokes of his cock to realize that he was on the verge of one of the greatest fucks of his life.
He fucked into her pussy as far as the long length of his cock would take him. Her cunt responded, writhing and twisting in slow, controlled movements over the long, impaling pole of his cock.
He teasingly circled the plunging hardness of his prick as it thrust deeply into her vagina. With his other hand he found the hard, pulsating bud of her desire-swollen clitoris. Pinching it softly, he teased it back and forth. He fucked into her like a slave trying to please his mistress as he felt her cunt opening up to him as fully as it would, as if she wanted to take all of him up inside of her, to smother and drown• him in the wetness of her womb.
Then he knew she was ready to come. He increased the velocity of his strokes into her cunt, fucking wildly between her open thighs and worming his fingers farther and farther into the hotly clutching depths.
Her straining legs climbed higher on his back and she unconsciously spread them wider and used the muscles of her inner thighs to pull him into her pussy more deeply. The room was filled with grunts and cries, plus the erotic sound of naked flesh smacking against naked flesh created each time his pile-driving loins crashed brutally into her hungrily sucking pussy.
She seemed to have become another woman, a different person entirely. Her face was wildly contorted with her approaching orgasm, her tongue swirling crazily into his mouth. Her breasts seemed to grow in size as the rock-hard nipples bored into his chest like bullets.
"Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh!" she whimpered as her moment of ecstasy drew near and he felt her cunt begin to contract and expand fiercely around his plunging rod. He quickened the stroke again, wanting to make this a come that she would remember all her life.
Then he felt her body lurch momentarily out of control, the muscles in her pussy clawing and sucking at his pistoning cock as if she wanted to crush it. She was panting like a runner at the end of a long race and suddenly he knew that the end was in sight for him, too.
They came together and it seemed for an instant as if they were both owners of the same body. She could not for that moment distinguish exactly where his cock ended and her cunt began.
A deep searing sensation built up in her stomach and raced upward into her crazily swaying tits as she felt his testicles explode and begin to jerk in the wide-split crevice of her buttocks. His pent-up sperm flooded hotly into her womb, touching and filling her in places up inside her thirsty belly that she never dreamed could ever be reached.
A low, pagan-like groan escaped his lips as she creamed out her fulfillment and the two of them ground their bodies nakedly against each other.
The spasms passed slowly and lasted a long time, as he finally emptied the last of his cum into her. Neither moved as her cum-filled pussy slowly relaxed and throbbed to a squeezing tightness around his deflating cock.
"God, that was good. Soooo good." she sighed. "You don't know how I'm going to miss you, Wiley."
He rolled her to the side and nestled between her thighs, keeping his cock in her cunt. Her face was still elfin and childlike, full of wide eyes and freckles. The face didn't go with the body.
He thought of the little whore, Edie, and knew that soon this face would look like hers.
"I'll miss you too, Trina. A lot."
She squeezed her talented cuntal muscles over his cock. "Will you miss me… or this?" She giggled and squeezed again.
"It's a toss-up."
"I love you, Wiley. Do you love me?"
"Think you ever could?"
"I don't know."
"Where do you go-in the morning?"
"New York."
"Everything you had to do here is done then?"
"Yeah," he nodded. "All done."
"I'll bet I could learn to love New York. I only have three sets of halters and shorts and one bra and some panties."
"So?"
"So they won't take up much room in your bag."
"Don't bother."
Her face fell. Tears squeezed from the corners of her eyes. He pulled her harder against him and cradled her head against his shoulder.
"Don't bother, because I'll buy you a dress on the way to the airport."