Nathan Warner sat propped up in bed on new pillows, sipping a bourbon and soda, and he laughed all to himself. Oh, but it was great! Carefree Inn, Arizona; the sun by day, whiskey unlimited by night and day; Paulette's petulance now and then; and tape on the wrists and ankles anytime.
Nathan had never asked questions. He accepted whatever she wanted to dish out in the way of information. This was the way he had decided to play the game. But she had not broken and he still knew damn little. However, halfway through the two-pound Arizona cut, he decided to break his own rule. He decided to do some asking for a change.
"Empress, sweetheart," he said, while she nibbled at her steak. "I'm a wage earning man, and you know there are things like rent, utilities, etc., back in Hollywood to be met. Who sends back the bacon?"
She looked at him for a moment, getting it all settled. "Do you need some money, darling?" she asked, all sweetness., her voice tinged with the right amount of disdain for the subject of money.
"I didn't want to trouble you, darling!" he said, just as sweet.
"How much money do. you need?" Just like that.
"How much am. I allowed?"
"Dear, do you have an apartment alone?"
He saw that coming. What did she take him for anyway? He knew better than to stand up in a canoe, or tell one woman he was shacking with another.
"I have to share my apartment with an old Army buddy. We split the rent in order to get by. I'd be ashamed for you to see it."
"Don't you have a girl?" she asked softly.
"You know me better than that. Sure I do. You,
Empress."
She started looking all twinkly and happy. There was no difference in women, Nathan thought. They would believe what they wanted you to tell them.
"Is your mind made up to become an actor?" she asked
"I don't mind being your driver, Empress."
"Please do not say so unless you mean it" There was something, strange and hard about her words.
"I mean it,"The said without flinching.
She sat there toying with the steak, her eyes downcast. The widow was almost beautiful there in the dim light of the steak place. She must have really been sharp when she was young But he kept remembering her in the morning without her wax face.
She raised her eyes and looked at hint. "I want you, Nathan."
"You have me, sweetheart."
"No I don't," she said. "But I will." There went that chill down his.sprne. He now knew something he had been putting off; Paulette had gone for him hard. He could tell she was
serious; yet he wanted to play it coot and right. He needed the dough, and to him, Paulette was no different from any other broad he'd slept with except in termsof cash.
Driving back to the luxury of Carefree Inn
Paulette snuggled close to his shoulder and said to him, "Darling, I know you must pay bills. Would five hundred cover part of them?"
"It'd be a damn good start, honey," he said. He had deliverately avoided mentioning money again, just to see what she would do.
"You can send it tomorrow. I'll give you some travelers' checks. When you do, write to your friend and tell him that you're giving up the apartment."
Now Nathan was surprised, but he tried hard to avoid showing it. "You really want me to, darling?"
"Yes. I know you feel a responsibility for your friend. But give him plenty of notice."
"What about my things?"
"You can pick them up sometime."
"Well! Now that that is settled, may I ask two questions? First, how long will we be out here riding the range? Second, just where do you plan to stable me?" He had to play it cool. The five hundred was just about what he had been aiming to ask for as a starter.
"The answer to both questions can wait until tomorrow." She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I love you," she said. "Do you love me?"
"The answer to that can wait until we get back to the room, then I'll tell you."
She was happy with that. He decided he would lay it on good once they got back. For five hundred bucks, he could tell her he loved her, easy.
"Darling, I want tonight to be special," she
whispered gently.
"Empress, whatever you want you get!"
It was special all right, he later found out. It was nearly dawn when they finished.
The suites were furnished with beds that had real honest-to-goodness bedposts. Period furniture. After she got the tape on good and proper and wrapped it arouhd the bedposts, Paulette started by tickling and massaging his naked body. Then she got to lightly spanking his thighs and pelvis with the strap. "Let, up, Empress," he said. "You're hurting me!"
Please let me," she begged. "I love to make love to you!"
She started in again. Nathan. knew now for sure. The gal had it bad, and he could see the passion cover her eyes. She had her mouth open, and was already in a state of ecstasy. He'd already decided that he would endure. Maybe there was at least another five hundred from where the one promised came. Finally he could not help it. He really jerked against the tape,
but it could not be jerked loose.
When she saw him struggling, she eased up and went back to massaging his body and kissing him. He stopped pulling against the tape. God, he thought, what a freak!
It was near dawn when she finally finished and took the tape off his arms. He got up; showered, and brushed his teeth. That bitch! His wrists and ankles were sore from the tape. He showed then to her accusingly. She rubbed them, gently clucking.
"Poor Nathan," she said. "Do I hurt you so?"
He got a cigarette and sat down. He wanted to discuss it with her, but didn't know how to put it. He had little use for head-shrinkers, he was thinking, but this was something that had him perplexed. He always figured as long as he heard the right chords when it came to sex, he didn't care what kind of hangups the piece of ass of the moment had.
He decided to let the conversation go for a few minutes. He had a few hangups of his own to take care of right now; He wanted to fuck her. An ecstatic whimper of eagerness fled her lips when she saw what he had in mind, and she pulled her knees wide apart, placed a forefinger along eithet side of her cunt, spreading her cunt-lips as he lowered his weight into the cradle of her upraised thighs.
He had never known any female to accept the male prick into her cunt with the demonstrative willingness of Paulette Du Bois. The instant his cock-head kissed the fiery flesh of her waiting pussy, animal heat began flushing upward from her in forceful waves. His cock penetrated a thin moment, and a half-whispered scream sounded from her lips, like she was fucking for the first time! Her thighs jerked against his hips and her face screwed into a mask of passion. He hadn't managed a half-dozen strokes before her maniac movements told him she was again in orgasm.
He eased forward in a single gliding thrust that sent the full length of his cock into the juicy hotness of her fuck-hole. Her half scream became a
banshee wail of feverish joy, and with arms and legs she seized him, clamlike, found his mouth and
slithered the pink length of her tongue between his ps.
At once he began to steadily fuck into her, hunching his cock smoothly into her cunt, then adding that extra, forceful hunch that drove his prick shaft with firm pressure against her clitoris. Each of these knocked small puffing grunts from deep inside her, sounds that became desperate cries of animal lust when their lips parted. On his twelfth stroke her cunt muscles attacked his invading cock and clamped around it firmly. Her next orgasm struck with mighty force, and for a space Paulette Du Bois became a mewling, screaming, clawing fiend bent on using her fiery cunt as a tool to break off Nathan's cock.
She bucked, heaved, and raked his head back with her nails, eyes rolling wildly as she chewed her tongue, the hot jets of his first come spurting into her cunt arid adding fuel to her wild display. A deluge of feminine noises bubbled from her throat, passed lips that formed odd, unnatural shapes. About the entangled couple the air hung heavy with. the strong smell of jizz and cunt juice.
"Ohbh, ohhhh, fuck me, fuck me!" she murmured against his tongue. Paulette yelped like a lunatic, up off the bed with. her ass, dancing outrageous dance. She coiled small, stretched big… and came and… and came. His prick stuck deep in her cunt, soaking in the hot bath of
their mingled juices,
Then Nathan turned her about until she was kneeling on her hands, exposing her meaty rump. The globes of her ass were taut and smooth and a little sweaty, snow white and raised to his prick. He drew them apart in a manner one separates a peeled orange in halves, and he paused for a~ moment to watch the tight pucker of her ass-hole. Nathan poked it with a finger. It blinked furiously in protest.
Paulette spread her knees just a littic more, waiting for him. She angled her thighs farther apart and grunted when he poked her in the ass-hole with his finger again. Then he put the tip of his finger at the very center of her winking pucker and pressed. Paulette winced and strained at it,, and suddenly it popped inside. Nathan began moving it around in her skiff er, expanding it, then working it in and out in preparation for what was to follow. Paulette was wiggling her hips and mumbling, shivering in anticipation as Nathan moved in. behind her.
She lowered her head ta rest on her forearms and said, "Fuck me there, love!"
Nathan inched forward until the knob of his cock found the narrow cleavage of her butt-cheeks. She took hold of his prick by reaching down between her thighs and then she stationed the blunt end of meat squarely against her ass-hole. Nathan gripped her firmly by the hips, then slowly and firmly applied pressure with his hips and Paulette gave out an explosive grunt when his knob popped through the tightly puckered ring of her shitter.
He exploded in her butt-passage in raw gushes and Paulette was crying real tears. Nathan clawed at the soft flesh of her ass, and he knew Paulette was coming until she wanted to die from it!
Nathan lost interest. At this point he never cared any more. He thought again about the questions he wanted to ask her. After they lay entangled and got their breath back, he turned her over. He cleared his throat, about to whisper. Paulette started telling him something before he had a chance to phrase the matter in a way in which he could talk about it. What she said took him by surprise.
"Dear, I wanted you so much tonight," she said, "because I won't be in the same room with you for several days."
He was puzzled and showed it. She got up, pulled on a robe and made a production out of explaining.
"Darling, I'm going to have a guest, and it'll be improper for us to stay in the same room," she said.
"Another man?" He couldn't think anything else but that. He didn't want any man cutting in on the cash. He bristled and it was a lucky stroke. Paulette thought he was jealous. She hugged and kissed him for it.
"No, dear. It's not a man. I have no man but you. It's my daughter. She'll spend a few days wit me," she revealed.
"Well," he said. "I'm very surprised. Your daughter, huh? Want me to return to Hollywood?"
"No you'll move to another hotel. I've already arranged it."
"Fine, he said, trying to outguess her and be cooperative at the same time. "Where?"
"Scottsdale!"
"How long will your daughter be here?".
"Four days"
"Is she coming from Houston?"
"No, from her school in Iowa: She's a student at the University of Iowa."
He had automatically imagined her daughter to be a teenager, perhaps attending some exclusive school So he naturally wanted to know more. He could see the motherhood tears behind her eyes, and he was trying to figure this new angle. It was the first he knew about a daughter.
"Go on, baby," he said, "and tell me about it."
Any more children?"
"No. Only one. I haven't even seen my daughter in fifteen years. Not since she was five. years old."
It didn't take Nathan long to find out she had needed she could talk to. The story tumbled out from there on, and he finished without interrupting her.
"Her father was an Australian. I was married once before. I don't like to remember it. We met and married in Houston. We didn't have much then. We had some trouble, and finally we got a divorce. He got our daughter and went home and married Australian girl."
Probably got tired of the tape, Nathan thought. Then another thought struck him maybe the Aussie was the one who started it. He kept quiet,
though, so Paulette could talk it out of her system. "I was working in a cabaret at the time, working very hard to study and earn money to get out of my background. I'm Mexican in part, and he could never forget that. It made no difference to my second husband; he was a nice man. But we broke up. I really intended to keep my daughter, but I couldn't work and look after her, too. I put her in a home for children. At the time of our divorce, he managed to get her and when he left for Australia, he took our child. I could do nothing. Later, I married my husband, who was already well on his way to success with Ranchland Oil. He was twenty years older than I."
"And you haven't seen you daughter since?"
"No." She cried a little. Nathan supposed it was a normal emotion, but he couldn't imagine Paulette caring one whit one way or the other about the child. Her tears seemed incongruous.
"I've sent money to my daughter and have written over the years to her. She's a good child, and has always answered."'
"What about the father?"
"He was a good man, I think, deep in his soul. At least he didn't try to keep me from contacting her. He swore I couldn't see her until she was grown.
''How come she's in the United States?''
"He'd gone to the University of Iowa, and he sent her to his school."
"How is it that you're meeting her here?'
"I've decided to build my permanent home here
in Arizona and I want her to visit here. I want to show her the place. Perhaps she'll come
and live with me. Since I have no other children, I'll leave my money to her."
God, you are mixed up, Nathan wanted to say. But he couldn't blame her for hoping. He was damn curious all of a sudden about this Australian daughter.
She looked at him all funny for a moment, then reverted to a giggly state. "Nathan, can I trust you away from me?"
"Of course you can, little girl "Will you be true?"
"You know I will."
"If you don't, I will not forgive you." There was a cold ring to her tones that sent a momentary chill up his spine.
He changed the subject. He was sleepy and fed up with her coquettishness. "Look here, sweetheart," he said, "I've got an idea. I can be your chauffeur."
"Oh; I don't want her to suspect me."
"Empress, I'm an actor he.said. "Remember?
It would be a good thing. Listen, I can get a cab, drive you to the airport, drive you around. You can impress her; see? Honest, sugar. I can carry it off so well that she'll never suspect a thing."
Poor Paulette, he thought. She was torn between several emotions. She wanted to keep an eye on him. She didn't want her daughter to know about her lover. He could see she was trying to make up her mind.
"My daughter must never know."
"I'll act my part like it was an Academy Award performance. You do the same. She'll never know."
"Darling, I love you for this," Paulette said to him. "Thanks for everything."
"That's why I'm here, Paulette. For your sake."
She was all over him again, hugging and kissing him. He turned off the light and dropped off to sleep. She had a call in for eleven.
She let him sleep until one and by that time she was dressed. He showered and shaved in no time, and they went down to the lobby. He waited while she cashed her travelers checks for him. When he counted it in the men's room, it was six hundred. The widow could be generous when she wanted to, he saw.