When David let himself into Valerie's apartment that day she was waiting for him with one of her special THC-cocktails. By now he'd guessed she was in the habit of slipping various aphrodisiacs in his drinks, but he lifted the glass to his lips for a brief sip: then bent and kissed her full on the mouth. "I don't need any of your Asiatic booster-shots today, Val. All I have to do is touch you and I'm loaded for bear!"
She pulled back and gave him a professional appraisal. "Yes. you do look like you've had a slight retread. Poor doll, you've really been paying the price of popularity, haven't you?"
… You can say that again, you vicious little money-grubber, he thought; but slipped an arm about her waist and drew her close again.
Valerie was barefoot and wore nothing but her bulging bra and a pair of tight red capri-pants. Her long silvery hair was brushed back from her forehead and hung in flattering dips and fluffs about her shoulders. She looked exquisite and tormenting and knew it. More than ever now, David fiercely resented her complacent awareness of her powers to excite. She was always so sure that the weapons of her flesh would win her every victory. But today he meant to confiscate all that equipment to win a victory for himself. And oh what a lovely war!
"You look so delicious, I could swallow you alive," he said, burying his face against her bra and inhaling the subtle whorish scents he found there, colognes or talcums or just plain girl-fumes.
She trickled her fingers through his hair and sighed… "Oooh, you're a hot one!" Cupping his chin and raising his mouth to hers once more, sucking the sensual thrust of his underlip. Dropping her arm, she let searching fingers probe between his legs until they found the sturdy confirmation she sought. "Pow! What a big fat comeback, baby. All systems are go-right?"
"Need you ask?"
She led him through the foyer into the elegant rotunda of her living-room. "Remember the first time you came here, David?"
"Do you mean 'came' as in 'popped' or 'arrived'?"
"Arrived," she laughed, easing him onto the divan. "Remember how magnificently we tangled on this white Australian sheep-rug?"
He gave her a meaningful grin and nodded, slipping off his jacket and loosening his tie. He set his cocktail on a nearby table, then did the same with hers, pulling her warm, cuddly body onto his lap for a deep, crushing embrace. His fingers dabbed lightly at the silken bare flesh of her midriff, then lower to tap the velvety crevice of her navel. Then he reached back and unhooked her bra. The garment still clung to the hefty plateau of her bosom. "Know what I want you to do now, Val?"
"What, hon?"
"Make that bra fall off without either of us touching it."
"How?" She pulled his face down to hers and softly pouted her lips against his.
"You know how," he muttered, his tongue slipping in to tap at hers. "Wiggle those big beautiful babies 'til it drops in my lap. Oooh, I want your bra in my lap… strapping me in down there, tightening the reins…!"
Valerie sat up straight, took a deep breath, and then let her superstructure jangle like a couple of pregnant pythons. And down came the nipple-holder, cradle and all!
David slid back a little for a better vantage-point… and Christ, there they were in all their glory!.. oh!
God, they were tremendous! And didn't make her top-heavy in the least, which was miraculous, considering how tiny and Dresden she was everywhere else. "Ooh honey, I've looked at an awful lot of bazooms these past few months, but I haven't seen any to equal yours…"
"Ahhh… keep lookin' at them, David and watch what your eyes do to the nipples… see them? Quick!.. Look…!"
"Oooh yeah, baby!" he said, glaring. "Petrified passionbuds, that's what they are…" He dove in and gently began to fondle and suck each nipple, lifting the full, packed dangles in each hand, as if weighing them in… "These are positively grand!"
"Thanks, baby," she lisped, giving him a sly grin. "Of course, the upkeep gets to be a drag now and then, but it's worth it just to watch a cute guy's mouth nuzzlin' around down there…" She let out a gasp as he nibbled and tongued more fervently… "Oooh, that's nice, David!.. yes… like that… oh more! Pretend I'm a banquet and you haven't eaten in days…!"
… You bitch!.. at the rate you've been peddlin' my ass, this should be a thousand-dollar-a-tit dinner…!
David lifted her in his arms and stood up, intending to carry her into the bedroom, hungrily eyeing the fat slumps of her breasts in this position.
"Wait, honey, what are you doing?" she asked.
"As if you didn't know! Baby, I want you spread out where I can get at you and at you and at you!" pressing his cheeks against her hot bouncy flesh.
"But that's why I mentioned the Australian sheep-rug." she said. "I want us to do it there again. David, just like the first time… for romantic reasons. Don't you remember how you strung me out on all that mar-w-poo white fur and licked me from stem to stern? Oooh, my stern hasn't had a stem ever since."
… Oh no!.. David shuddered a little, feeling a whole bag of mixed emotions. He dearly recalled their damp entanglements on this rug, a vision that dropped a litter of memories between his legs and gave him such an aching hard-on he'd have to nut his prick in traction unless he slipped off his pants within the next sixty seconds. But dammit, they couldn't do it out here in the living-room. This area had been reserved strictly for the audience, who would begin to stick their clandestine keys in the door in exactly twelve minutes. What good was closed-circuit television unless the performers were on the right side of the cameras?
Valerie had slipped out of his arms and was now pulling him towards the fluffy white rug, her little hands two grips of steel about his wrists. Why all this violent insistence, he wondered. Was she on to something? Had one of those lusting voyeurs he'd invited double-crossed him and spilled the beans? And what would he do once they started screwing and she saw all those people come marching in with their own keys?
"No, Valerie, I want to go to bed with you," he said, trying to lead her away from the rug. "Want to feel those queen-sized bounces when I give it to you. We… we didn't bounce enough on this rug, don't you remember?"
"But I like the way the fur feels on my ass, David. What's gotten into you? We tripped out of our minds on this rug!"
Suddenly she tore loose from him and ran to the rug, after which she quickly stripped off her capri-pants and tossed them in his face. When David let them drop to the floor, he saw at once that she wore no panties, and he stood there, gaping and gawking, as Valerie hurled her body onto the rug, flat on her back, spreading her thighs as far apart as she could. David's throat went dry and he found himself moving towards her, until he stood directly above her, eyes peering downward at the curly ridge of light blond hair around her vulva… beckoning pink lips surrounded in downy gauze… oooh brother!.. look at the vibrance awaiting him down there, those palpitating flavors! And he knew if he didn't regain his senses, he'd be found madly frenching this baby when his planned potpourri of spectators trouped in. But no, wrong scene, he told himself. So swallow your desire and leash it and save it for later…
The horny little bandit, he had to get her out of this room or he'd lose a helluva lot of money and face and peace-of-mind, to say nothing of that last gasping bangathon he was determined to squeeze out of her before he cut out. He bent over her, seizing her under the armpits and lifting. "Come on, baby, we don't have to roll around on the floor like a couple of animals," he said. "It's always better in bed whenever two artists like us come to grips…" Holding her tightly in his grip, he swept her up off the floor again and started towards the bedroom. He had about eight minutes left to get her out of the bleacher-seats and onto the ball-field.
He lowered his head and tried to cover her mouth with his in order to silence her protests. But as his tongue swept artfully in between her lips, she gave it a sharp bite. "Oourhchh!" he yelled in pain, and she squirmed free of him again, glaring up at him defiantly. "You know what I think, Buster?"
Wondering what was behind that sardonic glint in her eye, he said: "No, what do you think?" Then added: "honey."
"I think maybe you want to fight first and play later. The idea of taking a woman by force is pretty wild, isn't it, David?"
… Whew!.. So that was her angle, he thought gratefully. And if so, he was in luck, because he could use this gambit to drag her out of here. Now there was no time, to lose.
Valerie ran back and sprawled onto the rug. "Baby, I want you right here," she said. "Where do you want me?"
"In bed," he said menacingly, moving in on her again.
"That's tough-titty, honey, because I'm not budging!" She madly kicked her legs in the air. "Dinner is served, Mr. Tiger-Ass, but unless you dip your spoon right here, you're gonna have to skip a meal. It's bad manners to eat in bed anyway… all those pussycrumbs all over the sheets…!"
David swept down at her and tried to lift her again, but Valerie threw her arms about his neck and yanked him down on top of her. In the next instant they were rolling and wrestling on the floor. Valerie locked her legs about his hips and refused to let loose, clamping him in at her, weighing him down, wildly kissing and nibbling at his mouth, then reaching a hand down to unzip his trousers and pull out the thick rigid shaft of his penis, massaging the flaring instrument until the knob of it went moist and throbbing. David groaned out and remembered the Buena Casa and her passionate thumb and swore he'd never let that happen again, shoving her hand away, flinging her over on her back, trying once more to lift her, the soft warm feel of her naked flesh becoming an increasing distraction for him, because his first mouth-watering impulse was to have her, here and now and fast, which would wreck his plan to reap a cash-climax as- well as his own. But since she seemed to be in the mood for a sado-romp, maybe a quick rabbit-punch to the jaw might do the trick-except that she might still be unconscious when the curtain went up, and what kind of a hit-show could he expect with a comatose leading lady?
"We're gonna play it my way or not at all!" he grunted, now attempting to drag her along the floor.
"Then fuck off, honeyboy, 'cause I am the Queen-Bee in this hive!" Her tone sounded convincingly hostile to David, until he felt her fingers grappling at his jutting prong once more. Oooh hell! She wanted him, all right, but only on enemy territory, swearing, slugging and ball-kicking every prick-inch of the way.
He pulled away from her momentarily to finish unzipping himself. Then he stepped out of his pants, peeled off his briefs, and seized her in his arms again. "There now, baby… is this how you want me?"
"OooWHEE!.. you said a mouthful, baby! I want a ding-dong frappe and I want it here…!" With the agility of a cat, she knelt down and quickly slipped his fat pulsating cock into her mouth, sucking him ravenously, expertly. For a moment David swayed back and forth under this hot-tongued bombardment, suddenly realizing that they'd done everything together except this… and oooh good God, she was absolutely great at it… ummm!.. excellent, fantastic…! Then he glanced at his watch and saw there were only a few minutes left to scrape her out of here. Placing his hands about her hollowing cheeks, he pushed her head back and his round hard rod slipped from between her pretty lips with a loud kissing noise. His cock suddenly feeling cool and bereft, David mourned the devastating loss at once, but lowered his head to crush his lips down against hers, tasting his own skin-flavors as he lifted her up in his arms once more. He bolted towards the bedroom, mouth planted firmly on hers, her arms pinned helplessly to her side, her legs madly kicking… David gradually sensed that she was ready to give in and wanted to save some of this spitfire energy for the Big March. Taking heart, he sped quickly towards her bedroom and flung open the door. Just as he did this, he heard the faint sound of a key turning in the front door and realized that of course some of them would arrive a little early! To block out the sound, he dropped Valerie to her feet and placed his two hands over her ears, as if he wanted to hold her head quite still for another devouring kiss on the mouth. He guided her over the threshold in that position, kicking the bedroom door shut with his foot. Whew!.. At last he had her on friendly soil, and from here on in everything they did would be strictly show-business… larger-than-life sex, overdrawn and overacted to please their gluttonous fans…!
Releasing her, he gazed down at her face to determine if she'd heard anything. She hadn't. Her eyes were on his mouth and she pulled him down for another kiss. "You bastard!" she said. "If you only knew how you've changed in the past couple of months. Why, you're not even polite anymore. No, you've learned how to take what you want, 'cause now you're a freaky-boy flesh-addict who's been rolling in the gutter with a bunch of queers and broads and horny old farts… and baby, you're just like 'em now, aren't you?"
"They were all delicious," he admitted fearlessly. "But you're the cream!"
She started laughing crazily, a fast flare of hysteria building until her body rocked with it as she pulled away from him and zoomed towards the bed. "They were all delicious!" she mimicked his voice. "Tell me, Sir, do you really enjoy having sex with all your Johns, no matter how old or fat or fruity they are?"
Now he knew what she was getting at. He had once asked her such a question, but had since found it was quite possible for desire to breed desire, no matter which gender of need was plighting its troth at the moment, for if someone lit a fire there was bound to be heat.
"Tell me, David, do you like the fags as well as the girls?"
He grinned down at her unbridled viciousness. "Well… I wouldn't want my brother to marry one…" He moved towards the bed now, slipping out of his shirt and tie.
"But you sucked 'em all, honey-I saw ya!" Then, as if fearing she'd tipped all her scales, she quickly added: "I mean, I saw you doin' all that in some real hot dreams I had about you…"
Going along with this fast cover-up, he said: "That gets you hot too, does it, Val?… Watching guys have sex together, I mean…?"
"OhmyGod, I love it!" she said. "We gals can never get up inside a guy we're hot for the way those fellas can, so any time you hear of a Gay Gangbang goin' on, just point me to the right keyhole and let me peek! Drives me up the wall, my dear!.. especially if they're those real young butch double-life types, like you, David…"
By now David had discovered the hidden mikes she'd installed in her bedroom, and he hoped her speaker-system was loud enough in the living-room, since one of the guests would be giving her verbal performance, while another would be recording the historic event with a cunning movie-camera. David meant to hang on to this evidence in case Valerie planned more crucial relationships later. That way she'd never be able to implicate him in any scandal without letting it be known how she earned her living. But just in case something broke down in the living-room, David now reached casually under the bed, as he climbed into it, and nicked on the tape-recorder-the same gadget Valerie had used in making the tape she'd sent to old Wilbur…
… And now David was ready to touch her all right, the greedy, carnivorous little sow!.. oooh yeah, ready to chew her up and spit her out and forget she ever existed…!