Nikki was about halfway to Howard Freidman's apartment when she realized that she couldn't do it.
She pulled over to the side of the street, shut off the engine, and cried some more bitter tears. God knew the filthy bastard deserved it, but she didn't have what it took to kill somebody over something like this. Not that it wasn't important-it was goddam important to her! It was her career, for Christ's sake; it was the break she'd been waiting, and hoping, and praying for!
And not only that, it was humiliating, too! It was a slimy, dirty, rotten trick, and the sorry bastard deserved to have something done to him… But she couldn't do it. And she couldn't afford to hire somebody else to beat him up or something, either.
Still, she supposed it wasn't really very important in the great, grand scheme of things. Besides, what did she want to do-spend the rest of her life with a bunch of bull-dyke lezzies in some fucking jail somewhere? Nikki thought briefly of using the gun on herself, but that thought was erased by another that popped into her head, seemingly out of thin air.
Suddenly she remembered something Amanda Trafalgar had said in the course of their conversation. The famous model had felt pretty sorry for her, and in an effort to soothe Nikki's obviously crushed emotions, she had said perhaps more than she should have.
Nikki had been in a total daze at the time, feeling like a safe had been dropped on her from the moment she heard they'd already finished the shoot. But now she recalled Amanda saying that she was a nice-looking girl and suggesting that she give Franco Finnelli a try on her own, adding that he was in town at that very moment.
"They'll tell you he isn't, of course," she said, "but in fact he's spending a week at his townhouse over in Windhaven Heights."
Nikki had hardly paid any attention, shell-shocked as she was, and doubting whether she could believe Amanda anyway. Her sole thought had been to get the hell out of there and hide her humiliation before she broke down and went completely to pieces before a total stranger. But now, as she thought back on it, she felt that Amanda had been telling the truth.
What the hell, Nikki thought as she started the car, she couldn't be in any worse shape, basically, than she was right now with her career. So if Finnelli wasn't really in residence, who cared? How much trouble could she get in for checking, anyway? And with the mood she was in, even if she'd decided not to shoot Friedman, nobody was going to give her very much grief about anything or they'd end up with a.32 snub nose shoved up their ass, she'd guarantee them that!
It was a long trip over to the Windhaven Heights tower, and Nikki used the time to formulate her course of action. Finnelli wasn't expecting her and he wouldn't be glad to see her-he didn't know anything about the way Howard Friedman had screwed her, and if he did, Nikki was sure he wouldn't give a shit. So she had to approach this right. And if Amanda Trafalgai's building had security in the lobby, it was a foregone conclusion that Windhaven Heights did, too. You could bet your rosy red ass on that!
She glanced at her watch. It was after midnight now, and that should help her. Even if these buildings employed more than one security guard during the day, they almost always cut back to a single man at night… Which made a hell of a lot of sense, Nikki, reflected, since most of the break -ins and bullshit that went on in the apartments and condos happened at night! Christ, these security agencies must be run by the fucking government or something…
But it was going to work out dandily for her, because if Windhaven Heights just had one guard on duty after midnight, he wasn't going to stand a fucking chance!
Nikki parked up 'the street from the soaring tower and walked to the revolving doors in the center of the brightly lighted, glass-enclosed lobby. Yeah, there was the guard behind the huge desk next to the tenant intercom switchboard, looking soldierly as hell in his drab gray uniform. Nikki had it all figured out. She opened her vinyl coat as she came in, fluffing her hair and frowning as if reacting to the lobby heat. But as she did so, she gave the guard an excellent chance to watch her big breasts in action through the clinging material of her yellow sweater.
It didn't take long to learn how to use 36-DDs.
She strode straight up to the desk, glancing around and hoping to God the lobby stayed empty for the next minute or two. She looked straight into the guard's eyes and smiled warmly, a single lock of brown hair curling sexily over her forehead.
"Hi, there," she said easily. "I'm supposed to see a Foster, on the thirty-third floor, I think."
The guard eyed her up and down and his lips twisted sardonically. "You're not a working girl, are you, Sweetheart?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact I am!" Nikki returned sharply. "I work for the Freidman, Tasker and Hargill modeling agency, and if I hear one more crack like that, you're gonna be wishing you'd kept your mouth shut!"
The guard retreated visibly in his manner and looked quickly down at his roster book. "And you're looking for who…?"
"Mr. Foster," Nikki said, stepping around beside the desk and peering at the book with him. "I don't know the first name, but I think he's in thirty three-oh-four."
"Nah, our numbers don't run that way," the guard said, sliding his finger quickly down the long line of names. "We have a thirty-three-dee, though… "
Nikki slipped her right hand into her purse and worked her fingers quietly through it while she watched the guard search the list.
"Nope," he announced, "three-three-dee is Blumquist."
"Gosh," Nikki said disappointedly. "Well, do you have the names listed alphabetically?"
"Yeah," the guard replied, flipping to the back of his ledger. "But I'll tell you, dear, I've been here six weeks, and I don't recognize that name… I don't think we have any Foster-"
"No shit, Stupid," Nikki said, and cracked him smartly behind the ear with the barrel of the revolver. He collapsed like a doll on top of the desk, his grey bus driver's cap tumbling to the floor. She took a quick look at his head, twisting her mouth when saw the angry red cut on his ear, already oozing a trickle of blood. Damn, she hoped she hadn't hit the bastard too hard!
Swiftly Nikki whipped the ledger around to the side of the desk, zooming her finger down through the alphabetical list to the Fs. Yep, there it was Finnelli, Franco; 19E. All right! She flipped the roster pages back to the front, to the original list, then slipped the book hurriedly under one of the guard's motionless hands. Glancing quickly around, she stuffed the.32 further into her purse and ran to the elevators, punching every "Up" button she could see.
A car arrived in short order and she hustled inside, heaving a huge sigh of relief as the doors finally dosed in front of her. Wow! She brushed the hair back from her forehead with a hand that trembled just a little, watching the illuminated numbers climb toward 19. The lobby was the one place where she felt she could've really been loused up, so God Almighty, she was glad to get out of there!
The elevator stopped smoothly and opened with a friendly chime. Nikki peered briefly up and down the hall, then set out quickly for Finnelli's door. She strode quickly through the narrow, circular hallway, meeting nobody, hearing no sounds. When she came to "E" she pressed the bell at once, then moved off to one side so he couldn't see her through the security peephole. She looked down at the rich crushed-pile carpet under her boots, then glanced at the expensive modern paintings adorning the walls. And this was just the frigging hallway, she thought. Yeah, rents in this place probably ranged from two to five thousand "a month, depending on what was inside!
She pressed the bell again and then a third time, hearing a chime sounding deep inside the apartment. She stood fidgeting nervously, worried that someone might appear in the hall. Finally, she got the sense that somebody was on the other side of the door. No sound came to her as she stood back out of the way, dodging the peephole. Just to make sure, she leaned-across as low as she could manage and punched the bell button again.
"Yeah, who is it?" came a muffled voice from inside the door, sounding disturbed and irritated.
Well, Nikki was irritated, too. "Emergency!" she called flatly. "The building's on fire!"
There was no answer for several seconds. Then the man's voice came again: "Kelly, is that you?"
Nikki rapped on the door several times with her knuckles. "Hey, baby, you'd better get out of there!"
"Oh, for Christ's sake…!" Her heart leaped as she heard a lock being turned and the deadbolt being thrown back. She reached in her purse and pulled out the gun, leveling it just as the door opened with Finnelli grumbling, "This better not be another one of your drunken-!"
"Stone-cold sober, baby," Nikki snapped as he stopped dead, staring at her in surprise, and then backing up as he saw the revolver. She jerked it at him and pushed her way inside, ordering, "Get back in there!"
He stumbled backward in confusion, his mouth opening, not knowing whether to obey or resist, clearly unprepared for anything of this type. Nikki recognized the classic, European features from pictures she had seen, but he seemed to be kind of spaced-out and distant, like he was on some kind of drug. He was wearing a white knee-length, bed jacket-type garment made of a thin, dainty fabric and decorated in front with embroidery and rows of vertical ruffles. It gave his body a soft, vulnerable, extremely sexy lift as he moved around.
Nikki slammed the door behind her and turned the lock, then, glancing at Finnelli she began working to shove home the bolt.
"Hey… what the hell is this?" he finally managed in a rather tremulous voice.
"Nothing to worry about," Nikki told him, jamming the bolt in and turning back to face him, the gun waving aimlessly. "Just a little professional visit. Strictly bus-"
"Frankie-e-e… who is it?" a female voice called shrilly from the next room.
Oh, my goddam, ass-kissing Christ, Nikki thought-another fucking broad! For a couple of moments she was stopped cold… this was something she absolutely had not counted on!
"Fran-n-n-n-n-kie-e… " the voice called petulantly and very languorously. Nikki had the feeling she'd broken up a serious fucking scene when she started ringing the doorbell.
"All right," Nikki said, regaining control, "get back in there! Let's not keep the little darling waiting… "
Finnelli retreated toward the door to the bedroom, backing up slowly without turning around, his eyes fastened on the.32 in Nikki's hand. "I wish you'd put that gun away," he told her quaveringly.
Nikki didn't bother to answer, but crowded up close to him and forced him to back up more quickly. She half-pushed him through the door of the bedroom and then stood transfixed, her mouth open, the revolver hanging uselessly down at her side, as she took in the spectacle before her.
The bedroom's primary motif was shocking pink, on the drapes and the walls and the canopy of a huge four-poster bed. It was counter-pointed liberally by a pale, royal blue, on the skirts and sheets of the bed, on the window trim and baseboards, and on the ceiling to provide the feeling of sky that was permanently, weirdly blue. The few pieces of furniture besides the bed were white and ornately trimmed in gold and gold leaf, and the floor was covered with an immaculate, luxuriant carpet of deep, pure lambskin, as white as a sheet of new, furry snow.
And on the bed, reposing like someone from a picture suddenly come to life, was a rounded, buxom woman with the goldest, blondest hair and the biggest pair of breasts Nikki had ever seen. She was leaning back against a mound of pink and blue and gold pillows, one thigh decorously crooked in front of her snatch, her huge, white tits spilling pendulously toward them as she turned to see who was at the door.
Somehow she seemed to be the only female, or the only type of female, who could possibly fit into a scene like that. It was, indeed, like something from a photographer's fractured fantasy… Nikki had the feeling, in fact, that it was almost intended as a joke, as a parody of the ultimate in ridiculously, excessively sexy bedroom decor. It was so extreme as to actually be a turn-off, rather than the sensual visual stimulant it seemed intended to be.
And the same thing was true of the girl-she was so extreme in every respect. She wasn't just the palest, blondest thing Nikki had ever seen-she knew without the slightest need for confirmation that the hair on the blonde's cunt was as gold as the hair on her head-she also had to have the largest set of white, pink-nippled breasts that could be imagined this side of a Wisconsin cow barn! And yet, at the same time, they somehow weren't so huge as to be repulsive-they were just-large enough to be a fabulous turn-on, and Nikki was sure she had an ass and legs and pussy to match.
She was tempted to make a crack about the classic example of a French whorehouse right in your own bedroom, but somehow it was too classy, too polished for that. And French whores hardly ever looked as sharp as that broad on the bed, Nikki was willing to bet on that.
At last she heaved a great, disbelieving sigh and murmured, still looking about the room: "This is the most amazing goddam thing I've ever seen in my life!"
"Well… " Finnelli said weakly, "it is kind of unusual."
"Fran-n-ki-e-e," the blonde squawked from the bed. "Who is that?" It sounded to Nikki like she, too, was about half-zonked. One thing was for sure-the blonde's voice had to be her weak point!
"I guess I'm the only one here who's not pretty well blitzed," Nikki said to Finnelli, looking him up and down once and nodding toward the bed.
"Well," he said slowly, "… we've both had a couple of "lids." He made a kind of apologetic gesture with one hand.
"Yeah," Nikki said, looking back toward the bed where the blonde was trying to focus on the unfamiliar figure standing at the door. "Well, look, Mr. Finnelli, I'm just an undiscovered model who was supposed to have a shoot with you-I thought and didn't get it, so I thought I'd barge in here while I was in the mood and force you to look at me… You know, I thought maybe if you liked me you could use me in something else… but after seeing this," she glanced into the bedroom again, "-and her-I guess I'd better just keep my clothes on!
She lifted the snub nose and stuffed it into her handbag, then turned to leave. "I'm obviously interrupting something here," she told him, "and I'm sorry. Let me just get out of your way!"
"No, wait a minute," he said quickly, placing a hand gently on her arm. "As long as you're here, wouldn't you like to stay for a little while?"
"Aw, hey, man," Nikki said, shaking her head, "I'd like to, but there's no way I can compete with that!" She flung a hand in the direction of the bed.
"No, hey… no… wait," the photographer said dully, holding onto her arm. "I'm serious… you are a nice-looking girl… we'd like to have you join us for a while… Please."
Nikki looked at him. "Really, Mr. Finnelli. You don't have to. I put my gun away.
"Hey, Frankie, please… Frankie," he told her, his face registering a look that said he had a good point to make, but just lacked the alertness to hammer it. Nikki waited on him. "And speaking of that… you're definitely the first girl who broke in here at gun-point… whom I… who was invited to stay!… So I must be serious, right?"
"Well" Nikki said with a slight chuckle "… okay, if you put it like that. I guess you've twisted my arm."
"Excellent!" Finnelli said with a dazed smile, then peeled off his fancy bed jacket with one sweeping movement and tossed it away. "Excellent!"
Nikki was surprised, but she tried to appear nonchalant as the famous photographer stood naked before her. He had a kind of delicately sculpted body that was, at the same time, fairly solid. His chest and belly were covered by a fine mat of curly black hairs, his legs and chest were both moderately well-developed and shaped as if he had the potential for a muscular, athletic build but not the interest.
Her eyes eventually fell on his dark-skinned cock, which appeared to be semi-hard and had a gooey stain around its eye. Now Nikki was positive she had broken in on a screwing session, possibly one that was fairly well launched at the time!
"Now," Finnelli said, extending a graceful arm toward the bed, "you're not only the only one… only one… who's not stoned… you're the only one who's not nude!" He smiled radiantly, as if he seemed to feel this was an extremely clever remark. Nikki patted his pecker as she stepped past him, then as an afterthought he suddenly asked, "Are you bi?"
Nikki set her purse down on a chair, shed her coat and dropped it on top of the purse, then reached down and gripped the bottom of her yellow sweater. All the while she was studying the blonde on the bed, seeming to consider how to answer. "Well," she said, lifting the sweater over her head to reveal her 36-DDs barely contained by a push-up bra, "you never know till you try… Right?"
Finnelli seemed to think this, too, was unusually funny, guffawing silently while Nikki removed her skirt and sat down to wrestle with her boots. While she leaned over to unzip them, Finnelli came over next to her and unsnapped her bra, whipping it out from her dangling breasts with a clean, practiced motion. Then his hands returned to cup her breasts, gently and with great respect, lifting and exploring them lovingly, then plucking at the nipples with deft fingers.
"Oh, these are lovely," he said huskily, and Nikki felt a spark of arousal flicker through her loins. When she stood up, his prick was already on the rise, standing up much higher in its nest of heavy black pubic hair. Finnelli's eyes took in every detail of Nikki's boob flesh, then he stroked them both gently at the sides. "Mm, lovely," he repeated, and then led her to-the bed.
"Tiffy, darling, look what I've brought you," Finnelli said to the blonde. "What was your name, dear? "
"Nicolle," Nikki said as the blonde dropped her thigh cattily, exposing her cunt for the first time. Her pussy was covered with a thatch of fine blond hairs as neat and golden as woven flax. Her muff was so orderly it almost looked combed. She let her legs fall apart slightly, as if by accident, and Nikki's nostrils flared furiously at the sight of her delicate pink membranes showing through the fleecy blonde fur. Her vulva was a sticky, irritated mess, the huge pink clitoris bulging angrily from the top of her slit, her inner lips showing through smeared and twisted in her dried juice; and down below was the dark, gaping joy hole, its open mouth looking abused and worked over.
If this wasn't a twat that had been fucked within the last ten minutes, Nikki had never seen one!
She raised her eyes to the huge, soft breasts, the nipples still partially wrinkled and semi-hard. From the doorway Nikki had thought the blonde's nipples weren't excited because they looked so large; now, up close, she saw that even in a state of partial arousal they were larger than hers were soft. God, this broad had a lot of meat! But her belly was comparatively trim. It sloped generously downward from her titanic titties, buxom and rounded, split in the middle by the gash of her deep, dark slit-navel, plunging finally into that dense swirl of honey-colored pubic hair.
Nikki realized suddenly how heavily she was breathing. She wondered if her tongue had been hanging out.
"I see you like Tiffy," Finnelli said. "This may not be so difficult after all… "
"Come here, Darling," the blonde said, sitting up and catching Nikki by the hand. "Nicolle."
"You can call me Nikki," the brown-haired girl scud, her round, white breasts arching forward to meet those of the blonde.
"Nikki. Come here, baby… " the blonde drew Nikki down and gathered her into her arms as Finnelli deftly stripped the bikini panties off her long legs and tossed them away. "Are you sticky, Nikki?"
Finnelli giggled, "Ooh, a poet!" and began running his hands swiftly over Nikki's soft ass, squeezing and kneading the cheeks, when dipping his slim fingers into the deep crack and sliding them down toward her inverted pussy.
Nikki was overwhelmed by the rich, heady scent of Tiffy's perfume as she lay down, and she sank eagerly onto that massive bosom, settling against what seemed like a sea of softness, abandoning herself to the flood of stimulating sensations. She began kissing the blonde's soft, statuesque throat, nibbling and sucking at the warm, tender flesh. Then, quickly, she worked her way up the fire jaw and across her cheek, then plunged her lips into that warm, wet, wide mouth.
What the hell, Nikki thought vaguely, if she was going to try a bisexual experience, she might as well do the goddarn thing right!
Her mouth worked aggressively against Tiffany's, her lips sucking and nibbling at those of the other woman. Somehow it didn't seem to come through to her that this was a female she was kissing. The blonde's lips were large and warm and responsive, nipping and chewing back with equal enthusiasm. Nikki kept her eyes closed and her mind full of Tiffy's erotic aroma, and it really didn't seem to matter. It had been almost a week now since her bout with Denise and Dane at the game, so she was pretty horny, anyway.
Nikki slid her tongue slowly and languidly into Tiffany's mouth, loving the taste of her. The blonde responded immediately and their tongues caressed and swirled electrically, then Tiffy sucked Nikki's tongue sharply into her mouth. Nikki moaned and writhed her hips desperately. Oh, God, she loved that!
Then she felt another tongue titillating her ass; it crawled warmly and wetly across one cheek and then the other, then it dived thrillingly into her bung hole and probed at the taut opening. Nikki lifted her ass and hunched it backward, still hotly Frenching Tiffany's mouth. Finnelli ran his tongue down swiftly and began lapping at Nikki's cuntlips with long; liquid strokes. She moaned again thrust her pussy back at his face, pulling her mouth away from Tiffany's lips and attacking her breasts.
Nikki sucked one of the blonde's huge pink nipples into her mouth and chewed it hungrily, delighting at the softness of the pebbled, puckered flesh. Tiffany gave a little croon deep in her throat and wriggled her powerful hips beneath Nikki's pelvis. The brown-haired girl felt that fine, silky mat of pubic hair rubbing against one of her thighs, and it caused the tingles to begin swirling in her ditty button.
Behind her, Finnelli pushed his face up between her soft ass buns and began slurping greedily at her furry labia. His thumb searched through her curly pubes and found her swelling clit, then teased it expertly. Nikki gasped, pulling her mouth from Tiffy's left nipple and attacking its twin. As she moved her head she saw the saliva-smeared pink flesh wrinkled angrily, turning a light shade of red, with the bullet-shaped nipple standing up stiff and erect, two inches high if it was a millimeter.
Tiffy groaned deeply as Nikki started sucking and biting at the crown of her other monster boob, and the brown-haired girl felt the pelvis below her start grinding slowly up and down, back and forth, pushing steadily against the fullness of her naked thigh.' She slid her hips over slightly, temporarily dislodging Finnelli's tongue from her snatch, which he quickly replaced with his fingers. Nikki wriggled her cunt down until it was rubbing against Tiffany's soft blonde muff, then she began returning the larger woman's hunching movements while the photographer's fingers rummaged busily in her hot, open screw-tunnel.
"I have an… announcement," Finnelli said suddenly… "In answer to your question… Tiffy… Yes."
The big blonde continued combing her strong fingers through Nikki's hair as the smaller girl sucked her tit, then she cocked her golden head to one side and mumbled, "Wha-a-at-t?"
Finnelli did not answer immediately because his tongue was buried in Nikki's pudding again, flicking and probing wildly, his lips sucking up the tangy fluids that were starting to pour out of her youthful bang-box. When he paused for a breath, he repeated: "I said, your answer is… yes."
Tiffany raised up and thrust her hot, wet tongue into Nikki's right ear, eliciting an immediate throaty groan. She kissed and licked the ear for several moments, then lifted Nikki's face from her rigid nipple and kissed and Frenched avidly at the brown-haired girl's dripping mouth. In between nibbling kisses and swipes with her tongue, the blonde whispered into Nikki's mouth, "What… the hell… is he talk… talking about?"
"Beats the hell… outa me," Nikki replied breathily, catching Tiffy's head between her hands and aggressively chasing the blonde's tongue, nipping and lunging eagerly until she finally sucked it into her mouth. She pulled it inward as hard as she could, trying to thrill her lover as much as she had been thrilled herself.
Finally Tiffany broke the contact, sucking her tongue powerfully out through Nikki's lips and then pushing the brown-haired girl up by the shoulders so she could get at her dangling breasts. The blonde fastened her mouth on first one nipple and then the other, sucking and biting expertly while Nikki closed her eyes and moaned repeatedly, her breath snorting through her nostrils, her head twisting from side to side.
"What… what was… your question?" Nikki eventually gasped, watching as the blonde nibbled her way across the undersides of her round, dangling milk-bags.
All at once Tiffy stopped and collapsed in a fit of laughter, falling back against the pillows and letting her giggles shrill through the bedroom. Nikki stared at her in wonder, tossing on the rocking surface of her mammoth mammaries, feeling the sensuous heaving of her full belly as she laughed helplessly.
Finnelli lifted his face above the sexy curve of Nikki's upraised ass, his mouth a wet, sloppy mask of the tall girl's pungent pussy juices. He gazed at Tiffany expectantly, his hands gripping each side of Nikki's tender toosh.
"I-I-I-I-I-e-e-e get it!" Tiffany finally exclaimed exultantly, her Bunyan-sized boobs still heaving with amusement. She opened her eyes-Nikki noticed for the first time that they were as pure blue as any print or fabric in the room-and looked down at Finnelli, her mouth curving with humor and appreciation. "… Nikki is sticky!" And she sailed off again into another paroxysm of laughter, her large, buxom body literally shaking the sturdy four-poster bed.
Finnelli chuckled with her for a few moments, then shoved his hand back into Nikki's dripping pussy, his thumb jolting against her clit like a hammer striking a Chinese gong. She yelped and shivered as an electric thrill crackled through her like lightning, stirring every sensuous nerve-ending in her supple young body. Her eyes snapped shut and she nearly blacked out against the massive yielding softness of Tiffany's oversized bosom.
Recovering quickly, she swung off of Tiffy's body and turned to the photographer, grabbing his now rock-hard cock in her hand. It wasn't particularly thick, but it was a long, dark, hunk of screw-meat, and it was as hard as anything Nikki had ever felt. She studied it momentarily, wiping a large glob of white cum off the knob with her thumb. Then she looked desperately into Finnelli's eyes.
"Will you please fuck me while she recovers?" the undiscovered model asked the celebrated shutter-snapper. "I'm so horny that the inside of my head feels like it's the same color as these walls!"