After one glance at Valerie's sumptuous apartment that afternoon, David felt sure he'd hooked himself another heiress, although this girl undoubtedly possessed as much talent as she did capital. She lived in a salon-sized tower penthouse that boasted a spectacular Bay-view and a scattered preponderance of French Provincial furniture, the total effect being much more French than it was provincial. With the exception of an enormous sliding-glass panel that overlooked her terrace, all the walls in her massive living room were dramatically draped, giving it the look of a new-style art-film theater. The drapery-fetish was great for acoustics, thought David, but all that yardgoods could also be hiding a or with her appetites, maybe pornographic life-size multitude of secrets-like wall-to-wall wall-safes, or, murals…
At the door, she meekly gave him her key. He fumbled clumsily with the lock until finally they were inside, and without a word, David seized her in his arms, at last satisfying his curiosity regarding the girl's biological accoutrements. He held her and kissed her until they both struggled for breath, his hands touring all over her full and compact body… pinching here, cupping there and grabbing everywhere. She opened her mouth to say ouch! and take in some air, but his tongue slid in and silenced her… as inwardly David rejoiced at finding this truly genuine article, an all-girl cast of members that was just aching to be reassembled and spread and toyed with. She was a little one, but all her parts were there, and he could go on identifying them for hours. Except that his thighs were beginning to feel encrusted from the dregs of his recent explosion, so he asked if he could take a shower.
Giggling, she took his hand and led him through her rather imperious looking foyer. "I was rather hoping you'd head for the tubs," she said. "But first, you must promise to come out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel, which I will slowly unravel and then massage you all over, Japanese style…"
"Oh?" he said, scrutinizing her more closely.
"No, I'm not Japanese," she told him. "But I have an Oriental girl-friend who provides that service, among others."
"Ahh, then you're a professional masseuse," he said. But even as he spoke, he knew that no masseuse could afford an apartment as elegant and tasteful as this.
She smiled quizically at him. "You can't really be as naive as you sound, David, unless you've had some recent brain damage. Which would be just my luck! Whenever I meet a guy who meets all my requirements tall, luscious and happily-hung-it usually turns out there's something missing upstairs…"
David decided to laugh this off too. So she was independently wealthy; why should he either care or pry? She was there, he was there, and contact! "Hell, honey, I don't want to play 'what's-my-line' with you. So maybe you take in washing, it's none of my business…"
She laughed and pulled him down to her for a tasty, lingering kiss. David giddily licking away all traces of her tart-flavored lipstick, his hands palming those pendulous orbs once more. "All right. David, so you're tall, luscious, happily-hung, and brainy! Which means, doll, that you'll be at the head of my priority-list whenever I have an opening…"
"You sound like one of our personnel-directors at work," he grinned at her.
She gave him a shrewd, up-and-down appraisal. "You work in an office-right?"
He sighed wearily and nodded. "All-Planet Insurance," he said; and immediately wondered why he'd volunteered that information. Since he wasn't plying her with personal questions, why had he been so willing to let her do the same?
"And… you've been an awfully good boy for the best part of your life," she went on.
Laughing, he pulled her close again, swooping down and kissing the soft silky flesh of her throat… "What are you, a soothsayer, a mystic?"
Chuckling, she cupped his face and raised his mouth to hers, nibbling at him as she spoke. "Extra-sensual perception, David. I learned it all back East. Public Relations… remember? Now. follow me to the bathroom. I want to see you thoroughly stripped under fluorescent lighting, which is the real moment of truth for any commodity…"
Obediently, David let her lead him across the expanse of her living-room, beginning to feel like something Sears-Roebuck had shipped to her on approval. A commodity? If that's what he was to her, she certainly had a unique way of fingering the merchandise when she went shopping-if it squirts, buy it!
The bathroom was large, ornate, and elaborately feminine. She insisted on peeling off his trousers herself, and David decided that, like Joyce Grogan, she either had a zipper-fetish, or this was just another variation of normal nympho-procedure. He chose the latter supposition and warmed up to it considerably as he felt her tugging fingers unfolding his privates for the second time that day.
"Why do I get the feeling I'm being auditioned?" he asked her.
"Because every man with a wang like yours has a bit of the 'ham' in him," she replied. "Now stand still, you latent exhibitionist… I think you're headed for the big-time."
"How can I stand still when your fingers are… where they are…?
David felt the fresh, humid rising between his legs as she slowly pulled his damp briefs down around his hips and buttocks, his member springing plumply in her direction… "Oooh, that's a yummy article!" she said, fingering it almost clinically from tip to base. "Not only proportion-wise, but there's also a rather 'huggable' quality to it, and it's very rare when the really big ones can look this affectionate…"
… An entrancing little silver-blonde minx calling his prick "affectionate!" David never realized how quickly a few lustfully chosen words could build an erection, but up it went again and saluted her expansively…
"… Lovely!" was her critique, and she moved several feet away, as if to view all of him in fresh perspective. "And with a face and shoulders like that, too! Oh sweetie, you'll be a star in no time. They'll all be clamoring for your favors…"
"Who the hell are we talking about?" he asked, taking off his shirt and tie and now standing there totally nude, as she stared and appraised.
"We're talking about the lonely ones, David! People who don't know what a wasteful, hoarded-up existence you've led until now, for you have all the hesitant, frightened burning fevers of a boy of fifteen, which is a dead giveaway for a man your age. Of course, lovely Viking-Rods like yours are positively ageless, but how old are you, darling?"
"An adolescent twenty-seven, I guess," he said, watching as she approached him again, then gasping as she lightly fondled his thickening tool, her fingers seeming to be measuring it for a fitting, or, perhaps, for some future reference. Then, unexpectedly, she backed away again. "Stand very straight, David," she ordered him. "Take a deep breathe and expand that smooth and husky chest. Keep your arms out at your sides… yes, like that. Now don't move!"
With a nervous chuckle, he did as she asked, his swelling cock feeling as self-conscious as a teen-aged girl with a weight problem, while Valerie scurried about in her bedroom for a moment, and then returned. A second later he saw a little flash and heard something click, and knew he'd just been photographed.
"I can't believe you've never modelled, David!" she said, and before he could protest, she clicked her little Instamatic once more.
"Well, I haven't, dammit!" he said. "Now what is all this?"
"Just one of my many fun-hobbies, darling, we'll talk about it later. You take your shower now and come back to the living-room. I'll have everything set up. It'll be a performance in-the-round, of course, and I much prefer the proscenium stage. But we shall have to make do."
She scampered quickly back to the bathroom and knelt gracefully before him. David drew in his breath and felt positive he was about to get his first full-fledged blowjob by a real girl. But with a whimsical smile on her face, Valerie bypassed his sturdy weapon and gently cradled his hefty balls in the palm of her hand, pressing her lips briefly against each sphere, murmuring, "The dears!" Then let them droop and scooted away again, lisping: "You still taste of what I coaxed out of you before, and while it's true such leavings can be a maddening aphrodisiac, I'd rather cook up something new…"
And abandoned him like that, standing, throbbing and wondering. Although it was a fierce and stinging needle-shower, David's suspense-filled plunger stood at stiff attention all through it.
When he found his way back to the living-room a few moments later, David was stunned to see Valerie living spread-eagled and nude on a mammoth white Australian sheep-rug. Suspended from the ceiling was a huge Klieg-light, the type usually found in theaters or TV studios. It beamed in a bright downward arc, aiming a glaring spotlight directly on the girl's lush, entreating body.
David ran his tongue over his lips and gaped at this visual banquet. feeling too awed and spent to find any words. He'd never expected to see a naked girl under such a light as this, so conditioned had he become to the shadows of Linda's limitations. Silently, he walked closer and closer to the girl, his eyes rapt and beaming with discovery… all that fully-illuminated woman-flesh, offering itself up to him like a big scoop of whipped-cream in a ivory casserole… and oh, look at that hot bouncy baby… in the round and so damned appropriate, since everything on her was round… a ripe and quivering bouquet of yeasty, tempting blossoms. As he moved, be felt his cock hardening and growing, until its billowing thrust knocked off the towel he'd wrapped around his body. Remembering that she'd wanted to remove this herself, David picked it up and put it on again, but again it fell off.
"Oh sweetie, you'll never be able to harness a dolly as sassy as that! Bring it here to me, and forget the towel, I want to see that pretty pink baby wobble and wave as you walk!"
… Aw, listen to her, listen!.. that cute lispy voice rattling out all those gamey orders… tones like melted butter and yet, uttered with all the uptight sexual pugnacity of a top-sergeant… Do this, rookie, and toss that hand-grenade up my foxhole, rookie!.. And like the good infantryman that he was, David walked towards her, feeling her eyes on his ramrod as it thickly cleaved the air with every step he took.
Now he stood above her. Slung-out and awaiting further orders. "Are you ready for your Oriental massage?" she inquired archly.
"Later," he said huskily, and let his eyes roam greedily downward from this closer vantage-point. The treasured intimacies he beheld were a heady, dizzying panorama of skin and contour, and David found that one thousand watts highlighting a girl this delectable was almost too much for him. He stared breathlessly at every brightly-etched curve and crevice of her body… an amazingly tiny waistline for such wide, flaring hips, and in that prone and taunting position her breasts looked even fuller and higher than they'd felt to his touch… delicious white mounds topped by berry-colored peaks that prickled and pointed under the heat of his gaze.
Nursing the hushed stillness, he knelt down between those satiny flung-out thighs, his throat dry and parched, blood pounding at the knob of his prick, as he stared in thirsting wonder at all that the light revealed to him. He tried to imagine Linda's reaction should he ask her to pose for him under such a light. Here was the true core and meat of all his hungers, and oh God, how Linda had kept it hidden, enshrouded… their years together gutted and made gutted and made sterile by the corrosion of decorum and false shame. Ah, but ended now, and to hell with expecting anything sensuous or carnal from his own wife… no more blind leading the blind, no more copulation-by-Braille, for the time had at last arrived for him to use all his manly senses: eyes predatory, touch primeval, and taste?… all dipped and snarling, and if this loss of inhibition was a shameless tainted way for him to live, let it happen fast and claim him… ooh hurry, and let him revel in it…!
"I'll give you happy moments, Valerie," he whispered to her. "I found out how…!" His eyes lingering about the curling blond tufts of her pubis… gently-dipped mound of her belly, soft eyelet of a navel, and lower to the long pastel crease of her vagina… ahhh, the cunning lively cleft, dearest palpitation of all… and oh, how eager and ready he was to unseal that jeweled vault with his tongue, his hands now slipping under the backs of her thighs, face lowering, mouth opening and recalling everything it had so recently learned… aching to display its new prowess…
But Valeria had other plans, theatrical hedonist-kook that she was. David had only dabbed his lips lightly at her fuzzy pink target when she reached down and seized him about the arms, pulling his body fiercely upwards until he found himself stretched out on top of her. She then flung her arms about his neck and pressed his face close to hers, until their mouths touched, hers forming the hot request: "Suck this little clit first, baby… you can have the other one later…" And David groaned as he felt her lacy warm tongue flick and swirl between his lips, tasting it in a new and frenzied way after her bizarre description, thinking:… tits and clitoris and tongue, and sucked as if he were still down there feasting between her thighs, their kiss becoming a savage moist bruise, lips seeking and entwined, as she raised her legs high over his shoulders so that he was kissing her and cuddling her whole body in his arms, for she had now bent double for him… a round pulsation of succulence and desire… "Oh David, listen… you're long and tall enough and I'm small enough for you to hold me just like this, honey, and… and kiss me everywhere, practically at the same time. I mean, look down and see how close everything is this way… Try it, baby, please…!"
David raised up and gazed down at the half-somersault she'd made of her body, and he felt a quick chilling tremor swarm about his loins as he realized that what she'd suggested was beautifully possible… lips, breasts, vagina and that flushed downy pucker at her anus!.. one continuing chorus-line of neighboring treats… Ooh honey, I just happened to be walking down this block, so I thought I'd drop in here, and here… and here! He gave her mouth a last dabbing adieu, and then, lips parted, tongue scouting to invade, David trailed slickly downward, and to his great joy found that he was perfectly able to kiss all the semi-adjoining members of this little beauty, going frantic and carnivorous with the tangy picnic-spread of all her body dips and dimples… in his mouth and owned there… ummm!.. sex-delicious flavors of girl-tail… ooh baby. what a goblet! With her legs aimed high, he clutched the fruity round globes of her ass in his hands, stretching the cheeks apart and launching his moist journey by digging his tongue deeply into the velvety twitch of her anus…
"Oooooh!.. oh God, David… that feels so yummy!" she cried, heaving and pitching her little bottom in his face so that he had to plant his rectal kisses more firmly in order to keep sucking her there… "Ahhh… give me a lickin', honey… I deserve it," she squealed, as his lips now lunged and caressed their way upwards, his mouth a digging, swabbing prowl as it dipped into the moistening resilience of her vagina. David groaned out his fervor as he lapped fully in and worried her rigid clitoris with his lips… and tormented her by blowing his hot breath up her passage, growing even more obsessed by the squeals and howls this brought from her… now tonguing upwards again, licking the soft tremulous skin of her belly… then up and up and drinking in the flesh of her… sucking those big happy slabs of her breasts now, nibbling at the nipples… and, at last, returning to her lips. "Say 'suck me', baby!" he commanded her, eager to watch her mouth lisp out this sexy word… She knew full well how this little speech-impediment rattled men's vials, so she said: "Suck me, baby!.." And he crushed his mouth down on hers for a long, still kiss… And sustained this sensuous contact for a moment, until Valerie whimpered and squirmed and swallowed his tongue with all the voracity of a deprived junky… moaning, mumbling the unintelligible instructions as she reached down and tapped her fingers at the taut head of his cock which was pressed flat against her belly. She pushed his mouth from hers and said: "Move up on your knees, David." He did as she asked, crouching above her. "And now, honey… ooh, let me send that throbbing beauty where it belongs, 'cause I'm all wet and spread and waiting!" She dabbed the flaring hot tip of it gently at her labia, then slid her legs down lower and locked them about his body… letting out a wild and lusty shriek as she shoved the whole thick rod of him fully up her belly… "Aaaah-hugfumm! His fat elephant-tusk jumpin' all up in me… oooh God, it's really too pretty to be in there where I can't see it any more… but David, it feels so yummy!" She madly pumped and bounced her pelvis up for more of him, squeezing and contracting her womb-muscles as David roared out with the feel of clamping flesh-heat that pulled and hugged his slamming weapon… "Oooh David, what are you doing to me?… oh damn you, with that gorgeous little-boy face and hulking hot-hung body… Tell your sweetie what you're doing!.. ummm, give it to your big-cunt virgin… ahh, dig my ditches, baby… dig 'em…!"
David, however, was in no mood for conversation with his cock so juicily embedded in that fiery pit as he gasped and groaned and panted and lunged so deeply into her that the wet clutching swarm of her channel was serving up another rushed climax for him almost before he could gain any savoring leverage of his own, and oooh man, how this baby heaved and bounced and bubbled for it. Dammit, he couldn't help himself… burning creamed-up cunt twitchin' and rollin' for it… and aw you sweet jaggin' bundle of gash, making me come whenever you want it… squeezing this thumpin' ding-dong like an orange whenever you're thirsty… ooh… in your hand or up your pussy… and here it is, baby… get ready… now… "Oh honey, I'm sorry… it's happening again, I'm coming… hold still a minute… oh… wait… unnnahhhhoohh!.. sorry… aw, God… more of it… sorry, baby… something inside your belly sponged me dry again… whew!.. couldn't hold it back… couldn't do it…!"
"Keep it in and keep it hard and pump it!" she roared.
He recognized the dictator-sounds again, and knew that nobody in his right mind would dare disobey. Christ, how ferocious she sounded, like maybe she'd bite his balls off if he stopped. And damn him, if his cock wasn't doing exactly what she'd demanded of it. Staying hard, because she hadn't stopped twirling and revolving her neat swampy cushion of an ass… ohh grinding her legs about him, slamming him back into the dripping waves of his own spent cream and making everything wetter now… aw, feel those trickles… oh happy!.. Christ, how happy he was, running away from home in her… inside this strange elegant Gypsy-cunt, hot body-hook in there sucking the blood-filled head of his cock like it was a big nipple, then lapping the sides and base of it as he swiped in and out, up and down and banging… and now he felt the molten beginnings of her orgasm, as her body became a fearful mass of writhing jerks and twists, and for a moment David thought that maybe here was one girl who should be tied down whenever she popped…
"Feel that?" she cried out. "Ooh honey, it's Cyclone-Weather in there… unnnn!.. I'm brewin' the storm, baby… brewin' it…!" Her flailing legs hurled him over on his side and they went rolling off the big sheep-rug… rocking and fucking all over the floor as David kept that wet rod of his locked inside of her, jammed and drowned there. Now they hurled back onto the rug once more, while Valerie still kept letting go… and go… and go… hot spurting girl-flood… oooh man, what a mighty eruption for such a little girl, David thought, limp and dazed by the blasting power of what she swished out at him… continuing to cram everything she needed right up that gulpy pool of her, and now… aw no, he couldn't believe it!.. but sure, it… it felt like it… no mistaking that feeling… oooh damn! Not again!.. "Aw Jesus, baby, I'm doin' it too!.. number three derrick gushin' up now… ahhhh!.. oil from the deep, from the bowels of Mother Earth… aw, my cock's singin' in the rain in there, sweet baby… ooh hot pouring quicksand, honey… get it and match it… and wear it…!"
They went under like that. Then clung and sighed and took the final laps of their joust together. Merger most fluid and sublime… quieting them, gently, slowly. Waves subsiding, breath-flows easing. And then, the welcomed arrival, as they embraced the gentler destination and let it stop like a dying wind, like a twirling carousel after the children leave it. Calm. Summer's end…
Later they showered together, and Valerie finally did massage him in deft Oriental fashion, even applying the traditional technique of walking barefoot of his naked haunches. David sighed and gave himself to the delicious relaxation. And then, warily wondered if this gesture might be a preview of their future relationship-busty little lion-tamer walking all over him, cracking the whip…
Valerie ordered a superb Japanese dinner that evening, which David quite willingly shared with her. They sipped Sake and smoked, each taking great pleasure in admiring the other's disturbing good looks. Now perhaps he'd get to know this quivering little mystery-girl, thought David, since there hadn't, as yet, been too much sensible conversation between them. He quickly learned what he'd already suspected, that she was extremely well-educated. A native New Yorker and a graduate of Columbia University, having majored in Sociology. She'd apparently held several important jobs in the public relations field, until… "I found I was making so many lucrative contacts on my own, I decided to branch out and go solo. I hate being a slave to a big corporation, don't you, David?"
It was a question that hit home, although David wasn't too sure about the kind of freedom she was endorsing.
"Anyway, I gave up pledging allegiance to Madison Avenue to live for kicks in San Francisco, where there are more orgasms per capita than any other city on earth. It's the sex-capital of the world, you know!"
"When you want it to be," he said, grinning at her, and wondering what she was really trying to tell him. "And when you're equipped…"
"Oh, we're equipped, you and I, darling. We're both where it's at-fun-wise, I mean…"
He glanced briefly about at the lush trappings of her apartment. "You must have saved a lot of money in New York to retire in such comfort."
"Then you like the place? It's a co-op, you know."
"Oh? You mean you own it outright?"
She laughed. "No, Mr. Innocent, it's owned jointly by a whole legion of backers. And fronters too, I suppose, if you want to get anatomical."
"I see," he nodded grimly, and felt like a naive fool for not having seen the truth at once; although perhaps he had, but wanted to postpone facing all the obvious clues. "You're an expensive whore, Valerie-is that it?"
"Oh now please, David, don't look so pious and shocked simply because I speak good English and don't stink of cheap deodorants. If I can bring some style and dignity to the oldest profession, why not? And besides, everyone should be permitted to do the work they love and make a decent living at it… "
"Well…" he muttered, staring blankly at her for a few seconds, "I guess this can't be my cue to ask 'what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?'… because the place is lovely and so are you. And hell… I suppose I should be flattered that your interest in me had nothing to do with business…"
"Ahh, but that's a gross misconception, darling!" she said. "It's true that you got me so excited, I neglected to set down the rules of my trade, but you can take heart, David, because when they look like you, I give them a discount. Only fifty dollars."
David pushed back his chair and got up from the table, glaring at her. "Are you saying that I'm supposed to… to pay you, now… tonight?"
"Well, I don't send out statements, dear," she said, "although if you like, you can work it off. Once I have some glossies made up of those pictures I snapped of you I'll be able to whip up a very hungry clientele for you. Let's see now, just two customers at twenty-five dollars an hour should nicely take care of what you owe me for today."
"Oh now wait a minute," he said, "I don't know what kind of whorish plans you've got for me, but you can forget them right now. And as for what I owe you… well, Jesus! Who the hell every heard of a prostitute soliciting by computer?"
"Don't knock it, angel! I'll have you know some of my best Johns were dug up through computer-mating services. People who fill out those questionaires are more than just hot, they're desperate. Hard-core daily masturbaters, most of them, and they know what they want. Of course, not many of them are too loaded in the money-department, but if a girl's unforgettable enough-and remember, David, that's what you said I was-these are the kind of slobs who'll do anything to dig up the money she needs. I try to steer clear of the tycoons and the landed gentry, not only because there aren't as many of them as there are ordinary horny civilians, but I find that enormously wealthy-type satyrs rarely cough up anything but their own phlegm."
This all sounded too swift and deadly for David to fully absorb it. He moved out of the dining-area into the living-room, where he sank onto a satiny French divan and reached for a cigarette. Valerie rose and followed him, choosing to sit in a nearby chair as she watched his face, awaiting his reactions. Still muddled and confused, David said: "But dammit, you and I were so great together, Valerie… and man, you were hot for me!.. That was no put-on…"
"Baby, you're beautiful and I'm still hot for you," she said. "But what has that to do with the growing de-evaluation of the all-mighty dollar?"
"Jesus… after all those compliments you were handing me, I should be charging you!"
"Ah hah!.. that's exactly what I was hinting at before, you silly. Now hold that thought, David… I'm serious. I have all the necessary contacts if you ever want to try peddling those lovely wares of yours. Do you realize you could earn upwards of three hundred dollars a day, David, just by looking like that? Tell me, darling, doesn't that gnaw at your vitals a little bit?"
David chose to ignore this slimy suggestion, mainly cause the whole idea of a male whore sounded too sick and fantastic to be taken seriously; and he was increasingly revolted to learn that this girl was not only a whore, but a procuress as well, apparently working both sides of the street.
He got up and reached into his pocket. "Look, I've only got twenty dollars on me, and I can't write a check, because I… I… "
She giggled. "Joint account, David? Afraid the little Madonna will suspect?"
"Goddammit, how the hell did you know I was married?"
"Tiny white ring of flesh around your finger, where you slipped off that bothersome wedding-band. But that was just for starters, honey, because I can always tell a married man-I mean, God! They're so sex-starved it's sometimes rather touching. And you probably won't believe this-at least not until you let it sink in-but I've found that young attractive married men make the most utterly marvelous whores! You know the boys I mean-very much like you, David; titty-pure, breastfed commuter-types who got married so young they didn't even know how to play with themselves yet." She laughed delightedly at this. "My goodness, what a flow of passion these fellas have got saved up by the time they hit their late twenties…"
He stared at her, finding her more incredible by the second. "What the hell are you, some kind of white-slaver or something? I mean… what're you recruiting here, whores or Johns?"
"Oh but darling, that's priceless!" she laughed. "You've just summed up the whole stinkin' world in a nut-shell. Whores and Johns, what else is there? I mean, if I hit on someone aging and unappetizing, I charge-and if I meet someone young and delicious, I charge him too, of course, but I also try to point the juicy stud towards a career of his own. You see what I meant about having a public relations background?"
Listening to her, David felt an overwhelming rage and revulsion, thinking how incongruous her cute little lisp sounded when accompanied by the brittle horror of her words. He got up and handed her the twenty. "This is all I can spare now. I'll have to mail you the rest…"
"Oh no, darling, that won't be necessary," she said, taking the bill, "because you'll be back." She rose and followed him to the door.
"Don't count on that, Valerie," he said. "What I do not need in my life right now is a well-dressed little vice-queen like you. If you like living in a cash-and-carry sewer, fine! But don't try to drag me in with you, because at the moment, a life of crime has absolutely nothing to do with what I'm looking for." He tried to remember the fourth name on his computer-list, but felt too infuriated to think clearly.
"Oh David, will you listen to me," she said, standing between him and the door. "My God, if you only realized what a gold-mine this city is!" Suddenly she seized him by the arm and pulled him over to the windows, drawing the curtains. "Look out there, darling… look at that breathtaking view and tell me what you see. To you that looks like Colt Tower over there, doesn't it. Ahh, but honey, to me it's the 'Cock-Of-The-World!' And all those rolling hills are blown-up balls and breasts and buttocks waiting to be sliced and devoured, and positively quaking with gluttony and desire. And David, listen… all that neon hunger out there, all that snarling gulping greed, it's for you, baby! For this… down here… and this and this…!" She flung herself at him, fiendishly groping him between the legs… then socked and pounded her fists on his husky chest, and ran her fingers over his lips and cheekbones and blond, rumpled hair. "You sanctimonious fool, wasting the best flesh of your life! Don't you know if a lad looks like you in San Francisco, he's got it made in this body-sucking decade? Believe me, darling, in this city everything's coming up climaxes, so why not have some common sense? You're at exactly the right age, because they frown on minors and don't want them over thirty, so baby, you're seasoned just right for plucking… and now… is… the… hour!"
David pushed her away from him, gaping at the lunatic gleam in her eyes, wondering what kind of pathological nut he'd wind up with next in his search for fulfillment. "Either you're out of your mind, or… or you're on drugs," he said, heading towards the door again.
"Yes, of course, that helps too, until you've got your start. Drugs, I mean. Hashish or poppers or pot… anything your heart desires, David, as long as we get you launched."
"Goodbye, Valerie. If I think of it I'll send you a get-well card."
But she had swiftly followed him once more, and was now pressing her body persistently against his, gripping him by the shoulders and peering up at his face. "Oh David, you'll come crawling back here with your naughty little tongue hanging out, and I'll be all spread-out and ready for you!"
"No chance, Valerie, not on your terms!"
"Ahh, but the nights will drive you back here, darling, because that's when you'll think about me the most… and remember how exquisitely I tickled your dickie-poo when I jagged you off in the bar… How wet and lovely and nervous you got down there! It was like having the Dee-Tees between your legs, wasn't it, darling? And of course you'll try to recreate all that yourself, wetting that big hand and sliding it up and down your sweet hunk all by yourself… but it won't work, baby! Won't even be second-best, because I won't be there to officiate! Oh yes…" she nodded emphatically, "You'll think of me…!"
She nudged her little body against his as they stood there at the door, and David felt the hot pouting tips of her breasts, inhaled her warm scented breath and heady perfume, glanced down briefly at her mouth and despised himself for wanting so fiercely to kiss her, to touch her. He let out a long, reminiscent sigh as he thought of all they'd done together. Then he pushed her away and turned his back to her. "You don't need me, Valerie, but I'm sure to find somebody who does. So… I'll keep on hunting. You win some and lose some…"
He opened the door and started down the hall towards the elevators. She called out after him, her laughter venomous and strident. "You've got a whole bunch of mental blocks up your ass, baby, that's what's wrong with you! And Goddammit, if you're that sick, why don't you try your wife? Now there's some pure, sweet perversion for the whole damned family… where you can come and come… and come!.. right up your living-womb, ladies and gentlemen… and here comes fruity Mr. Glad to sop it all up with Saran-Wrap and Tampax and Handi-wipes… ohhh, little boy blue, go blow your balls off!"
David forced himself not to think of Valerie as he drove home that evening. And when he arrived at the house and saw the note from Linda, he felt immensely relieved that there need be no pretentious conversation with her before retiring. She wrote him not to worry if she was a little late returning from her Great Books Discussion Group that night, as it was one of the girls' birthday and they were giving her a little party after the meeting. This reminded David that Linda's birthday was coming up in a few days and he'd completely forgotten it, which injected a heavy dose of guilt and conscience into the turmoil of his night.
And in the dark later as he lay in bed, the thoughts of Valerie came thick and fast. He saw her naked body stretched out on that white fur-rug, saw all those places where he'd drunk his fill… the bubbly neighbor-spots that twinkled at him with her legs flung up. Then he thought of the Buena Casa and her slippery thumb, and knew he'd have to handle himself in his dark bed and relive some of that… now wetting his thumb and gently rubbing it at the underside of his cock… oooh swirling, swirling, over the bounding vein…!
But no, it wasn't the same. He got up and went into the bathroom, where he swallowed two sleeping-pills. First time in his life he'd ever resorted to drugs. And, as he got back into bed, David wondered how many more such "firsts" were ahead for him.