Holly Carpenter decided that she had only one thing that Wiley could want-her sex, and perhaps some of her money. If he kept his mouth shut, or better still, if she could convince him to keep his mouth shut about the girl's rape, giving him a little of both was a small price to pay.
For that reason she made herself as attractive as possible for the gentleman. She wore a tight sheath dress that accented her full hips and the perfect roundness of her ass. Around it she cinched a wide belt that made an eye-catching shelf of her big breasts. She also swooped her hair up to make her even taller and more stately rather than cheap sexy.
There had been something in his voice that told her that he was the kind of man this image would appeal to.
When she let him in, she was surprised. He was very tall and quite handsome. Under most circumstances, Holly would have gone to bed with him anyway. His appearance and cool manner made it that much easier.
When he settled into the sofa, Holly chose a club chair across from him, but not too far away to touch. As she sat down, her dress caught a few inches above her knee but she didn't bother to pull it down. Instead, she crossed her knees, exposing even more white flesh. Wiley looked boldly. Maybe she wouldn't have to pay this one off in cash. She had a good, sexy body, always craving for the usual and the unusual. She decided that a big man like Wiley might be able to handle her.
"Now tell me about it," she said. She smiled warmly.
"What's there to tell?"
Holly tried not to be annoyed. "Don't be coy," she said slowly. "You know about… about the incident. It was a harmless prank. The girl was a virgin, but she was far past due to lose it."
Wiley's anger was already boiling, but he managed to keep his voice on an even keel. "So, actually, you probably did her a favor, right?"
Holly shrugged. "Can I fix you a drink?"
"I don't think so."
She reached for an ivory box, extracted a cigarette and lit it with a silver lighter. "Just what are you interested in?"
"I wasn't sure until I walked in here."
She was amused. "You mean you're interested in my body?"
"Why not? It's a nice body. How nice, I don't know yet. Too many clothes on."
"You think I'm going to strip naked just because you want me to? Don't I have anything to say about it?"
"Not much."
She tried to control her anger. Who the hell did he think he was? Of all the colossal nerve.
Wiley patted the cushion next to him. "Why don't you come and sit down here where it's nice and cozy? I won't bite you. I don't think I will. On second thought, I probably will."
Holly got up and moved to the sofa. "You have to give a girl a chance," she said, sitting. "You just don't come on like a house on fire?"
"I have my own methods."
She lifted her eyebrows. "And if I don't like your methods?"
"You'll learn to like them."
"You really have me over a barrel, don't you?"
"I would say so?'
She drew in a deep breath. This man was making her very nervous. Then she asked him what he would do if she told him to go to hell.
Wiley grinned at her. "Why don't you try telling me to go to hell?"
He did have her over a barrel. They both knew it. There was nothing she could do.
"Okay, but you don't have to be obnoxious," she said angrily.
"I was born obnoxious."
"What do you want?"
He decided to fish. "For starters… names."
"You know about Celeste. And the two guys… I can't tell you. Believe me, they're bad. Whatever you want from me, those two would want more. They'd kill me."
Bingo again. There were two men involved, four all together. He decided to fish some more. "I just want the name of one of them. The one who did it."
"I'd have to talk to Celeste about it first."
"Okay, we'll do that later. Now, first things first." He handed her a piece of paper.
"Who's Mark Morrison?"
"An attorney here in San Francisco, and Ginny's brother."
"Her name-is…
"I know, Monet. It's a stage name. She's going to need a lot of psychiatric help. Twenty grand from you will help."
"Twenty…?"
"You can afford it."
She nodded slowly. "Are you a private detective?"
"Not exactly. You got a lawyer?"
"Yes."
"Call him, now! Set it up."
She was like a robot moving to the phone. He listened carefully as she gave her lawyer instructions and Mark's name. Then she returned to the sofa. This time she pulled her skirt down.
"Done. Shall we go to Celeste's?"
"No, there's one other thing first."
It was in his eyes as he looked at the twin swells of her breasts. There was no mistaking it.
"On one condition?"
"What?"
"You leave my family out of what happens."
He smiled. "I've never met your family." He wasn't promising anything to anyone.
He put his hand around her neck, drew her head forward and their lips met. As he kissed her, her lips parted and his tongue slipped through. He put his other hand on her breast. His fingers massaged the firm globe.
Holly put her hands on his waist and pushed against him slightly. "You know, under different conditions I wouldn't mind this at all."
"Maybe you won't anyway," Wiley said, managing somehow to keep the hardness out of his voice. "Let's see what you look like."
"All right." She stood up. "Let's go into the bedroom."
"Right here. Strip."
She hesitated. "It's nicer in the bedroom."
"Strip."
She scowled. She didn't like taking orders, but he had the upper hand and she knew it. She picked up the hem of the dress and swept it over her shoulders. Her hands went behind her back and the bra came off. She took a deep breath so that her breasts were displayed proudly. The lush tits bounced resiliently with each movement. They were firm, beautifully contoured globes of flesh, each delicately tipped with dark nipples.
Wiley's eyes told her he liked what he saw.
Without averting her eyes from his, she hooked her thumbs inside the elastic band of her panties and pushed them down. They fell softly about her ankles and she kicked them aside. His eyes fell immediately on the triangular patch between her thighs. The soft, crisp curls were already damp with passion.
He stood. "You'll do."
"You prick."
"That's right. We'll go into the bedroom now. But I'll take that drink. A shot. Bring it with you. I'll be waiting."
Three minutes later, she stormed into the bedroom. The whole weird situation had set in motion the gears of desire in her body. Her cunt was flowing like a river and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She loved kinky things and this was kinky.
He was in bed, nude with a sheet pulled up to his waist. "C'mere!"
She moved across the room, stopping only when her knees hit the side of the bed and her hairy pussy was a scant two inches from his raised face.
He took the shot glass from her hand and downed its contents. Then he smiled and threw the covers from the lower half of his body. His prick was rigid, a thick, throbbing mass of hard male meat staring up at her.
Holly gasped as she looked at the thick, upright hunk of cockmeat. He wasn't as long as Emilio, but close, and his dick was at least an inch thicker. This might turn into something after all, she thought.
He rolled off the bed and grabbed her by the shoulders. His eyes were clouded with lust as he pushed her onto the bed. Her tits strained against his chest as he covered her.
"You're a beautiful cunt," he groaned, his face smothering the rise of her tits with hurried, anxious kisses. His lips covered the large, dark nipples until she moaned and her nails dug hungrily into the hard skin of his back.
"Oh, shit!" she gasped, feeling her passion being awakened as he deftly fingered her pussy at the very top of her cleft, near her clitoris.
He guided her hand to his cock. "Play with it," he commanded, his voice heavy with lust. "Get it even harder so I can fuck the hell out of you with it."
Her fingers circled the throbbing prick. "I want this," she gasped.
"You'll get it you cunt. Don't worry about that, you'll get it all right."
Again she wondered what made him so wild. She felt his strange, almost sadistic power as she held his hot, throbbing cock in her hand and began to manipulate it back and forth. He bit harshly at her tender, voluptuous tits, sucking cruelly until she thought she would be bruised. His hands slid beneath her ass.
"Easy," she murmured.
"Fuck you," he said, and Holly gasped.
His hand closed over her cunt mound as his fingers prodded and searched between the swollen lips, rubbing them, teasing them, manipulating them until she was squirming beneath his touch.
"Oh, shit!" she cried.
She stroked his throbbing prick with nervous, fluttering gestures, then held it firmly and squeezed it so hard that he gasped as her hand crushed the resistant, spongy tissue. Her nails tickled his loose-hanging balls, flicking them back and forth between his trembling legs. He inserted one finger deep into her aching cunt, wiggling it viciously in retaliation.
"Ohhhh, not so hard!" she gasped as his nails scraped the sensitive lining of her hairy cunt. "Please, not so hard!"
"Shut up."
His fingers were mauling her tits and the flesh of her hips and buttocks. She cried in pain as she felt his other hand slip in back of her and prod cruelly at her asshole. She turned her hips slightly to avoid the harsh impalement and bit into the side of his neck.
He jerked away from her, then raised his body so that he could kneel over her. His hands and fingers twined in her hair and yanked her head so that her neck was stretched backwards on the bed.
"You want it so bad, huh?" he growled at her. She just stared at him hotly. "You want my prick rammed up your belly, and you're gonna get it, believe me!"
"Yes, yes. Hurt me!" she pleaded perversely. "Shit, you bastard, rape me! Rape the hell out of me!"
He moved up on the bed so that her arms were pinioned by his knees and his jerking rod was throbbing just above her head.
"Suck it," he hissed. "Suck my cock, you cunt!"
Tears began to swell in her eyes as she looked up at his huge, thick prick bobbing just above her. His hands forced her head up so that her lips touched the damp, blood-red head of his cock and he forced his hips forward.
His thumbs reached inside her mouth and forced her mouth open as he slammed the full length of his lust-hardened cock deep into her throat. She felt sick and wanted to choke, but all she could do was swallow and gasp for air as he rocked back and forth above her.
"Harder!" he hissed, his hands holding her head in a vise-like grip. "Suck my cock harder!"
Holly loved it. She had led him on like a whore and now she was being treated like one. She wished that she could protest, explain that she didn't mean anything, but it was too late for that. His teeth were set in a clenched line as he watched her soft, red lips close around his rock-hard cock.
Her arms ached from the weight and pressure of his knees. He had her right where he wanted her. She was in his power. She felt helpless, degraded and tortured, yet it excited her and she sucked more and more hungrily on his thick, bulbous tool.
Wiley drove his hips forward, forcing his hard, pulsating prick deeper and deeper into her throat. Her eyes were closed as she licked and sucked on his meat, so he released his grip on her hair and his hands grasped the voluptuous, firm globes of her tits and squeezed them cruelly. He pinched and tickled the nipples until they stood erect and throbbing, pinpricked with wanton desire.
Her thighs were trembling and shaking as he found and stimulated every nerve center in her body. Her eyes opened and looked at him pleadingly, begging him to satisfy her needs.
He grinned cruelly down at her. "Cunt," he rasped as he let his rigid dick slip from between her wet lips and jerk spasmodically above her head.
"Ahhhhh," she groaned, filling her lungs with air.
He lay down, half on top of her, so that she could feel the heat of his prick against her waist and hips as he traced a pattern with his tongue down over her tits and belly. She was shaking visibly, her whole being shattered by her animalistic desire.
"Yes, yes," she moaned, and spread her legs wider as he moved his fingers and the palms of his hands slowly over the rise of her thighs. His fingers probed and separated the lips of her pussy as they ran fluidly over the tiny, aching slit.
His mouth was so close, so tempting, but instead he inserted two fingers deep into the well of her cunt, wiggling them, tickling her, torturing her.
"Please!" she begged him, her hands clawing at the back of his neck in an effort to force his mouth down on her cunt.
She bucked and Writhed, wriggling her hips up toward his face, but his hands held her down.
"I can't stand it… Please!" she choked.
She could feel the hardness of his throbbing cock against her legs and she spread her thighs wider so that his hips fit between hers.
"NOW!" she rasped, nearly hysterical with need. "Oh, God, now!"
"Now what?"
"Now fuck me! Shit, your cock's driving me out of my mind!"
"No, baby, not now! Later. C'mon, get dressed. We're going to Celeste's."
"She won't be there. Just her roommate, Hope, is there. I called just before you got here."
"So did I. That's why we're going. C'mon!"
Hope didn't know what to do or say as Wiley told her everything. One thing she was sure of. She had to protect Celeste somehow.
"I'll tell you how," Wiley said, leering at the blonde beauty.
Both girls got the message at once, and each of them took it quite differently.
Hope stared at Wiley with stark fear in her eyes. "Of course you're being ridiculous. You wouldn't… "
"Why the fuck not, Hope. He had me. Now it's Celeste's turn. And she isn't here, so…"
"No! Oh, my God, No! I couldn't!"
"Wanna bet?" Wiley said, grabbing her arm and twisting it behind her back. "Open the door to the bedroom. Holly!"
Hope moaned from the pain. "I'll scream," she threatened.
"I don't think so," he said. "You scream and the police will come. I'm sure you don't want that."
Holly stared at them with wide eyes. "What are you going to do?" she asked nervously.
"The bedroom," he snarled at her. "Get off your butt!"
Holly jumped to her feet and opened a door which led into a bedroom. Wiley steered Hope through the door.
He let go of her arm and she quickly slapped his face. He stood and grinned at her. She glared hotly at him. "You dirty prick," she snarled. "I can fight like a man. I'll show you!" She advanced towards him, her fiats raised. There was pure hate in her eyes.
Wiley pulled his knee back, shot his foot out. It caught her in the pit of the stomach. Her teeth clicked, her eyes bulged and she flew backwards till the back of her knees caught the edge of the bed.
She lay sprawled on the bed, gasping for breath. She tried to get air into her lungs. Her eyes never left Wiley, hot eyes that glared their hatred.
The hate turned to fright as he shed his clothes. She tried to crawl off the bed. He slapped her face and pushed her back on the bed. Stripped bare, he approached the bed, his huge cock waving naked and hard before him.
"Oh, my God, you wouldn't!"
He ripped her dress away. She lay there in bra and panties. He straddled her. He started to pull the bra straps off her shoulders. "You bastards," she hissed. "I'll fix you both!"
"What do you want from me?" Holly asked.
"You aren't stopping him!" Hope cried. "You may as well be helping him!"
"All right," Holly said. "I will."
Wiley had the bra straps down. He pulled the bra down away from her breasts, found the hooks and eyes and unclasped the garment. He threw it away. He looked down at her breasts and couldn't help but admire them. They were full and rounded with dark nipples.
Holly joined him on the bed. When Hope tried to raise her hand again, Holly grabbed the arm and kept it pinned down. Hope cursed them both.
"Lift her hip," Holly said, "and I'll take her panties off."
Wiley lifted her hips and Holly pulled the panties down and threw them on the floor. He settled himself between the blonde's thighs and started to tease her by brushing against the lips of her cunt with his cockhead.
"Oh, God, please, please, don't do this."
Wiley laughed. "Can't stop now. My cock's too hard."
Then Hope knew. He was really going to do it He was really going to stick that big, ugly thing inside her. Her eyes went wide with shock when she felt the bulbous head against the soft lips of her pussy. "Celeste will kill you for this!"
"That's the idea," Wiley jeered. "Get ready, cunt." He played with her tits, roughly squeezing and tweaking the soft nipples.
"Don't," she begged. "Please. I can't. You'll tear me up! You mustn't. Not all the way. It wasn't my fault!"
"It was Celeste's," Wiley hissed.
"No. It was Cody's! It was all Cody Ferrain's fault!"
Wiley paused. He stared at Holly. "Is that his name?"
Holly stared back at him, thinking. Then she shrugged. "Yeah. Cody set it up. He likes to watch. The guy who fucked her in the cunt and ass was Emilio Vargas. He's kind of nuts. He does whatever Cody tells him to."
"That's all I wanted to know," Wiley said, rocking back on his heels and pulling his cock away from Hope's pussy.
"Oh, thank God," Hope groaned, and passed out.
Wiley rolled away from her and pushed Holly onto her back. He ripped her blouse open, exposing her braless tits, and pulled her skirt up around her waist. Then he shredded her panties.
"I thought you were going to fuck Hope, split her! I wanted to watch! What the hell are you doing?"
"Finishing what we started at your place." He pried her knees open and let his body slide down between her thighs. He ground the head of his hard dick, painfully against her clitoris.
"Easy. Oh, Christ, easy!"
"Easy shit."
He found her spongy hole and thrust his meat inside her cunt with all his strength, filling her to the tip of her cervix.
She raised her knees slightly, but he grabbed them and forced them farther back so that they touched her shoulder.
"It's so deep," she moaned. "So fucking deep!"
"Yeah," he gasped, as he felt his twitching cock slip in and out of her tight, moist fuck-hole.
"Fuck me… oh, yes," she begged. "Harder, harder, Wiley!"
He pushed into her cunt with increased fury, pounding.and slamming his hips against hers, grasping the cushions of her buttocks and lifting her slightly off the bed.
"Enjoying yourself, baby?" he hissed.
"Ohhhhh, yes… Jesus, it's big… big and hard and hot!"
She could feel herself becoming wetter with each thrust and her cunt walls began to twitch with an urgency that was about to explode. His cock seemed to become even thicker with each painful thrust as his throbbing rod filled her soft, squirming cunt completely.
"That's it, baby," he urged her roughly, sensing that she was near her climax. "Come on, you cunt… fuck… fuck… FUCK!"
She groaned as a wave of trembling excitement shuddered her whole body and she began to shake uncontrollably as her cunt walls contracted wildly around his thickening, pulsating prick.
Her nails raked a harsh pattern down his back as she bucked and jerked up against him, feeling his cock worming up into her womb.
"Ohhhhhh, God… I'm coming, I'm coming!" she cried as her waiting tension and frustrations were released in one sudden great burst of searing flame.
Her thighs jerked wildly at his, her whole body heaving and swaying, her passion consumed in the skin-to-skin friction and her face flushed with the warm, comforting glow of deep satisfaction and fatigue.
But, above her, on and on he pounded. He couldn't get enough of her as his hands dug cruelly into the softness of her rounded buttocks, and he could feel his iron-hard prick swell and tremble inside her moist, warm sheath. His urge was destructive as he thrust deeper and deeper into her, wanting to consume her, feeling powerful as he arched his hips at her upturned thighs in an effort to force his cock farther and farther into her soft, syrupy cunt. She gasped for air.
Her face was contorted in a passion as her nails dug cruelly into his back and spine and her full, luscious tits splayed out under his weight, imprinting her hardened nipples into his chest. Her body heaved and wiggled in great choking cries as her thighs trembled and shivered in her abandoned passion and he drove in long, hard, steady strokes deep into her moist, throbbing pussy.
"Aarrgggh!" he moaned as his cock thickened and slackened as he stayed buried inside her, filling her almost to the bursting point with his hot, liquid sperm.
"Yes… oh, yes!" she whimpered, feeling him come and jerk like a slippery eel deep inside her velvet sheath. She raised her hips to receive every ounce of his load.
His orgasm seemed to splinter his rigid meat and he choked and gasped as he emptied himself deep into her waiting hole, satiating him, relieving him, calming him with each violent contraction. It seemed to be taking the very life from his body, leaving him weak and vulnerable, but she, too, had collapsed in an exhausted heap, her legs falling down limply, widespread, on either side of his heaving hips and buttocks.
His breathing gradually began to regulate as he felt his once hard cock slip reluctantly from inside her cunt and fall limply on the bed covers.
"Thank God. Ohhh, thank God." Wiley swiveled his head. Hope was awake. She was sitting on the bed, staring at them. "Thank God it wasn't me you did that to. You would have killed me. I'm so afraid, I… oh, thank God!"
"I still might," Wiley said quietly.
"No!"
"We're going to Cody's now, but we'll be back. And when we come back, it's going to be hard on Celeste. I'd advise you to leave Celeste, Hope."
"No. I couldn't!"
"I'd advise you to pack and leave her for good." For emphasis, he moved to her and fell between her thighs, pressing his cock hard into her thighs.
"Yes, yes, I'll leave her."
"Now?"
"Now!"
Hope was packing as Wiley and Holly left the apartment.