While Lois tidied up inside the camper, after breakfast, getting everything ship-shape for travel, Stan Brewster put the repaired radio back into the dash and tried it out. He listened, critically, and decided that his tinkering with it had improved the reception. Satisfied with his work, he then checked the outside of the camper, looking at the tires and making sure all was in readiness for travel.
He went to the door, at the rear of the camper, and called inside to his wife, "Are you ready to go, Lois?"
"In just a minute…" she called out, forcing a cheerfulness into her voice that she didn't really feel.
"Well… hurry it up! I'm all set to roll!"
Lois didn't really like the way their vacation was going. They hadn't stopped to enjoy any of the sights. It was just go, go, go! Stan seemed to be more interested in covering miles than enjoying scenery. She had suggested stopping for more than one night, but he had cut her off, curtly, not really listening to her at all. He was going to do it his way… and that's all there was to it!
Finishing up the last of her chores, she came out into the bright morning sunshine. Stan closed and locked the door and settled down into the driver's seat of the truck, while Lois clambered up to sit beside him.
Stan turned the ignition key. The starting motor whirred, turning the engine over. It didn't start.
"The damn motor must be colder than I thought!" he growled.
He tried it four more times before he decided there must be something wrong. His temper was short, as he climbed from the cab to open the hood. He peered into the engine compartment, attempting to spot the trouble.
Harry Williams, who had been watching, now, for some minutes, chose this time to saunter down the road, and as Stan raised the hood, Harry was there, in a moment, to peer inside with him.
"Trouble…?" Harry queried.
Stan looked up with annoyance, "Yeah… the damned thing won't start for some reason!"
"Plenty of gas?"
"Yeah… I filled up, yesterday."
"The battery's okay… I heard it turning over…"
"It's not firing… at all!" Stan grumbled, examining some of the ignition wires.
"Why don't you try it, again… and I'll watch and listen to see if I can spot your trouble…" Harry suggested.
Looking up to see the interested and concerned stranger, Stan saw a big, bluff, barrel-chested man, greying slightly at the temples, who smiled at him through friendly green eves. The man's hands, resting on the truck's fender, looked hard and capable, and Stan was glad of the help offered.
"Okay!" He got into the driver's seat, again, and turned the ignition key. The engine turned over with the starter, but still did not catch.
Under the hood, out of Stan's sight, Harry switched a wire back to its original place. The motor made encouraging sounds of starting.
"Oh, there you are, Harry… I've been looking all over for you!" It was a beautiful, black-haired woman dressed in tight slacks and halter top who walked up to the camper.
"Hi… Vivian… I'm just helping this gentleman get his truck started."
Lois got out of the cab and Vivian came around to the door to meet her. "Hello…" she said, pleasantly, "We're the Brewsters. I'm Lois… my husband's name is Stan."
Stan got out of the cab and joined the others. Introductions were made, and the two men went back to the problem of the non-starting engine.
"I just jiggled a couple of wires… a while ago… maybe that's all that's wrong…" Harry observed. "Let's try it, again!"
"I was just trying to convince Harry… that's it's too nice a day to just travel. I'm trying to get him to stay here in the park for another day, at least…" Vivian said, conversationally, to Lois, as the two women stood aside to watch.
"That's what I'd like to do, too!" Lois agreed. "But… Stan wants to keep moving…"
Harry switched another ignition wire. The engine coughed a couple of times and started. "That's it!" Harry called out.
Stan left the engine running and came to the front of the truck, again. Harry's wife was talking to him, urgently, trying to convince him of something, so he stood back waiting for them to finish. He wanted to thank his benefactor and be on his way. While he waited, he couldn't help noting the magnificent figure her clothing did little to hide. Damn! She's quite a woman… and she's got it all in the right places!
Finally, their low-voiced conversation finished, Harry Williams smiled at his wife and said, "Well… if that's really what you want… I guess I could try!"
Coming up to the big man, then, Stan began, "Mr. Williams I certainly do thank you… for…"
"Aw, hell don't thank me for anything! I just fiddled around with the ignition wires a little bit…" he rumbled, dismissing the subject. "Now… my wife, Vivian's been after me to stay here in the park for another day… and she wants me to invite you and your wife to go around and see the sights with us!"
"That's very nice… but…"
"Really… Mr. Brewster…" Vivian broke in. "Your wife and I were talking about it… and we both felt the same way… about staying here!"
"It's easy for me to unhitch our car… to drive around in!" Harry added.
"Let's do it, Stan…!" Lois enthused. "It'd be a lot of fun!"
"Besides… I like to make new friends!" Vivian smiled, directing a smoky gaze at Stan, her eyes sweeping over him, appreciatively. He's not too bad, really! In fact he looks better… the more I see of him!
Her hot look was not completely wasted on Stan. He understood it. She was interested in him… but what he didn't understand was the open way in which she did it. That bothered him… not that he was interested… but just on the principle of it. He sure as hell wouldn't want Lois going around giving guys – especially strange guys – the old come-on look! Christ!
"We could have dinner… somewhere… together…" Harry invited.
"Maybe a few drinks…?" Vivian suggested.
"Well… I don't know…" Stan was undecided. That open invitation in Vivian's provocative look was tempting… but…
"It's vacation time… and we go out so seldom… Stan! Why don't we do it…?"
"There're a lot of interesting things… we can do…" It was Vivian, again. Her tongue flicked out to lick her lips. Stan was sure it was a second signal, not just a nervous tic. It was too sensually fraught with meaning. Damn it… I wonder if its for real… or is she just a teaser!?
"All right!" His mind was made up, then. "We'll stay… and see the sights with you… but let me stand the dinner, tonight… in appreciation for your help just now Mr. Williams!"
"Let's knock off that Mister stuff! I'm just plain old Harry… to my friends!" Williams grinned jovially. "And I'll call you Stan… Okay…? And, your lovely wife…?"
"Lois…" Stan supplied, noticing that the other man's eyes swept like a lingering caress over her body.
"… And, I'm Vivian!" Her smile was dazzling.
It didn't take them long to get organized. Cameras and light sweaters were loaded into the Williams' car, which was quickly and easily unhitched from the trailer, and the two couples were off to do the things tourists do.
They followed the map printed in a park brochure, driving to lookout points and various natural attractions of the area. The conversation sparkled, as it always does when people are newly acquainted, comparing views, relating experiences… getting to know more about each other.
Several times, as they walked to or stood at guard rails enjoying the panorama of the vista point, Vivian's body brushed against Stan's… and once, as he stood behind her, her hand swept across his groin, accidentally; however, the caressing feel she gave him, with her fingers, told him it was on purpose. It bothered him. Christ! I really do wonder… now… what her game is? The thing that really made him cautious… was that she did it in front of her husband. Oh, she's sneaky about it… but hell… I don't want to get involved, in any way… with any woman… while her husband's around! What's she thinking about… anyway?
He was flattered, of course… but his built-in sense of decency wouldn't allow him even to think about a dalliance… attractive and beautiful as Vivian Williams was! The first chance I get… I'll have to put her straight! She's wasting her time… as long as Lois… and her husband… are in the picture!
Harry stopped for lunch in the village, insisting the four of them all have a full meal instead of a snack. He ordered up martinis to sharpen their appetites. As they had gotten into the booth, Vivian sat next to Stan. He was uncomfortable about it, especially when he felt the long, warm taper of her thigh pressed close against his.
Stan tasted his martini. It was good; then, as he tried to follow some conversational gambit of Harry's, a long, involved story concerning some happening in his work, Vivian's hand stole over to his thigh, her fingers feathering upward toward his crotch. Damn! She's persistent…! And, there was no doubt in his mind, any longer, concerning her intentions.
Her little innuendos, touchings and brushings began to pay-off for Vivian, now. As she brushed upward, ever so lightly, she detected a throbbing jerk, transmitted through the material of his trousers… and she knew that she had made some progress. His cock's getting hard… now! It's going to be fun… to get him up when he can't do anything about it! Then later… when I get him alone. MMMmmmmm! It'll be real yummy!
Now, her hand was in his groin, and her fingers traced the outline of his hardening penis inside his pants. Mentally, she tried to calculate its dimensions, as she felt along it's hot length. There's nothing ordinary about this.
Above, widely innocent grey eyes seemingly concentrated on her husband's lengthy story, Stan stole a sidelong glance at her profile. Christ! She's really playing with fire…! He decided, then, that her little games would have to come to an end… at least until he could talk to her. There was no way he'd play… unless he knew what the ground rules were. The way she's going at it… almost anything could happen… if her husband found out!
Firmly, he grasped her wrist, under the table… and with equal firmness, resolutely, returned her hand to her own lap. Vivian turned and smiled, questioningly, at him, her lower lip trembling. She didn't understand his action. Nothing like that had ever happened to her, before… and she interpreted it as rejection. Another possibility crossed her mind, then, but a quick glance at his wife, whose lush blonde beauty and obvious desirability gave the lie to that idea… caused her to change her mind. No! He couldn't be a gay one… at least I don't think so…! But there was a tiny doubt in her mind; she couldn't shake it, completely. Of course… sometimes even their wives don't know about them…
Finally, Harry's story was finished. The waitress brought their lunches. The food was tasty and enjoyable. Afterward, they all had another drink, before venturing out for the afternoon.
While Vivian's husband paid the luncheon check and Lois made for the Ladies' Lounge, Stan was alone with her… for the first time.
He leaned in close to her and hissed between clenched teeth, "Listen… I think you're damned attractive… sexy as hell, as a matter of fact… but I don't get why you're doing what you're doing… right in front of that big gorilla of a husband of your's!"
Vivian smiled with relief. "Oh… you do like me… then? I was afraid…"
"Afraid that I wouldn't?"
"Well… yes you didn't seem to react…"
"Did you expect me to do something stupid… in front of your husband and my wife…?"
"Not really… I just wanted you to know I…"
"YOU LET ME KNOW ONE THING… LOUD AND CLEAR, baby! You're a little cock-teaser… so lay off… unless you're serious!" Stan ground out at her.
"It'll be worth your while… if you want to meet me somewhere!" she promised.
"Like where…?"
"On the ridge… up above the camp…?"
"Out in the open… and take a chance on your husband finding us? Not on your life!"
"You don't understand about my husband. I'd have to have time to explain…"
"As much as I'd like to… sample your wares, Mrs. Williams… the fact is… there's too much risk… and I'm not willing to risk crossing that husband of yours!"
"Harry wouldn't do anything! As a matter of fact… he'd…" Vivian stopped. Lois was coming toward them, and Harry was pocketing his change at the cashier's counter.
"He'd what…?"
"They're coming… no time to tell you, now… but will you meet me… tonight… like I suggested…?"
"I told you… the answer is no!"
Vivian was hurt. She'd never had a man turn down her offer… to take him to bed, and she didn't know what to think… or what to do. She decided to give up the pursuit! Damn it… it's not worth it! I practically throw myself at him… and he tells me, 'No thank you… I'm not having any!' I wonder more and more maybe he is some kind of a closet queen!
Her husband was there, big and jovial; he knew something had gone amiss. It was confirmed when Vivian looked up at him, her eyes miserable in defeat, and said, "Harry, darling… could I beg off… for the rest of the day? I'm getting one of those sick headaches… and… I'd just be an awful wet blanket… for everybody else…"
"Why… of course, Vivian… if you're not feeling right!" Harry sympathized.
"Oh, that's too bad, Vivian… you'll need some rest… so why don't we just call off the rest of our little tour?" Lois suggested.
"There's no need for that…" Harry said, trying to keep things together and going.
"I think that's best… too!" Stan added. "… And, we sure do thank you for taking us around to see the sights…"
"And… thank you for the lunch… too!" Lois said.
Harry Williams followed his wife inside their trailer. Closing and locking the door, he turned to her and asked, fiercely, "Well… what the hell happened?"
"He wasn't having any!" Vivian grated, vehemently.
"You mean… he turned you down… flat?"
"Yeah he seemed to think I was being too forward in front of you… and his wife!"
"Maybe… he's just being cautious…"
"I suppose…" she agreed. "He was afraid of being caught by you!"
"In other words… if I wasn't around he might not be scared off… is that it?"
"Maybe… but I got this crazy idea while I was talking to him that he might be…" She stopped, realizing she had no real basis for thinking of Stan Brewster that way.
"What? What are you trying to say?" Harry prodded.
"Well… that he wasn't… all man…"
"You think he might be gay?" He was incredulous. "Christ! I never thought of that!"
"… Except… he did have a nice, big erection!" she told her husband, remembering how she had felt its throbbing heat in Stan's pants.
"Well, hell… what are you worried about, then?"
Vivian sat down on the edge of the bed. "Well… he was almost prissy… when he took my hand off of it… and told me not to touch him… unless I was serious…"
"… Unless you were serious…?" Harry repeated. "I think you're wrong! He's interested… all right… but he's not taking any chances! After all I'm a pretty big guy… and he wouldn't want to tangle with me! You can't blame him for that… not many guys would be willing to…! And, too… maybe you came on too strong!"
Tears glistened in Vivian's expressive, gray eyes. "I-I'm not going to go through with it… Harry! I was practically throwing myself at him… and he wouldn't have anything to-to do with me!"
"No! God damn it! I'm going to get into those tight hot pants! I want to fuck that Brewster woman so bad I can taste it! Christ! It took every bit of will-power I've got to keep my hands off of her… waiting for you to score with that stupid son-of-a-bitch… and you know damned good and well… that the way we work it… it's always a sure thing!"
"Except this time, Harry!" she flared. "A-And I don't want to get turned down… again even for you! It makes me feel cheap… almost like I was out peddling it… like some street whore!"
Then, it finally penetrated. Harry realized that his wife was really upset… that she meant what she was saying. He softened, coming to sit beside her on the bed, his arms going around her, caressingly. "You know that isn't true… honey… and I'm sorry you feel that way about it! I'll make it up to you… you know I always do… and in the long run… everybody benefits! Hell! You like a strange lay just as much as I do!"
"Well… I bow out on this one!"
"After all the trouble I went to… to set it up?"
"There'll be others!" she said, with finality, rising from the bed and shrugging off his embrace. "Right now… I feel like being alone! I think I'll go down to the village and shop around in those little tourist trap shops…"
"You won't change your mind… then?"
"No! It's made up!"
"Then… I'll go after her… on my own!" he threatened.
Vivian stared at him, not believing what she had heard. "… But… our agreement…?"
"You're breaking it… by backing out!" he accused. "So think about it!"
"Damn you, Harry… you drive a hard bargain!"
"Then… you'd better reconsider…"
"All right! I'll think about it… for a good long time! Maybe I'll think about it for three or four days… until you get over that blonde… or spot another one… you'd rather have! Then, I'll consider playing our little game, again!"
"You're being bitchy as hell!"
"Okay… I'm being bitchy… because I'm upset… and I think I've got a right to be!" she defended. "… And that's why I'm going shopping… to be alone… and maybe work it out of my system."
"All right… all right!" her husband conceded. "Just don't spend too much money on those junk curios… Okay?"
Mickey Blackum had seen her first when she had gotten out of her car in the parking lot. The striking beauty of her jet-black hair… and the way she seemed to be poured into her capris attracted him… but when she had seemed to notice him, as he strode along toward the little delicatessen, giving him a smoky-eyed smile in passing, which caused him to stop and stare after her, her hips and buttocks doing provocative things inside those pants, he decided to get to know her better.
Terry McCauley was with him. When she had finished picking out the foodstuffs they needed, he carried the bag of groceries outside and called Buck Sloan to him.
"Buck… you take Terry on your hog… back to the camp and see she gets supper started!"
The other man looked startled, for a moment, his small, too-narrow eyes, regarding the tall, black-bearded leader, calculatively, attempting to fathom what was going on.
"Right on… Mickey!" he agreed, then asked, "What's happening?"
"I'm going to eyeball around… is all! Wunder Boy and Peeper can split with you, too!" He looked around, saw the two leather clad men talking to a couple of young, high-school age girls, obviously tourists and whistled them over.
The auburn-haired Terry had held her tongue, but now she asked, "Can't I go with you, Mickey?"
"No! You heard my orders… God damn it!" He turned on her threateningly. "No… split!" He stalked away, angrily.
"What's happening, man?" Peeper Martin asked.
Buck Sloan filled him in.
Martin was instantly angry, but he said nothing, asking only, "… And… he told you… to ride Terry on your hog?"
"That's how he laid it on me!" Buck told him.
"So let's split!"
The three men mounted their motorcycles. The food was in the saddlebags of Buck's hog, and Terry was seated behind him. They swept out of the parking lot with a roar of engines. Peeper Martin brought up the rear.
Until two minutes before, he had been, informally, the number two man; actually, it was he who should have led the group back to the camp… he who should have had the mama, Terry, up behind him on his hog. Now… he was deposed… demoted by one of Mickey's whims. Man! It's going to come to a head, now! It's got to be him… or me!
A mile along the road, Martin dropped back, reducing his speed, constantly, until the others were some distance ahead of him, then, he pulled to a stop at the side of the road, dismounted and squatted beside his motorcycle. Soon, the other two men came roaring back. He pretended to tinker with the engine.
Buck turned a wide U in the road and pulled alongside. "What's wrong?" he yelled.
"Carb's out of adjustment! You guy's fog on back… and I'll be there in a few minutes!" he lied.
"Need any help…?"
"No! I can make it… alone!"
"Right on!" Buck agreed, let in his clutch and blazed on down the road, Bill Wunder following.
Martin watched their departure. Now… God damn it… I'm going to find out what that sonof-a-bitch is up to! He remounted his motorcycle and headed back toward the village.
It hadn't taken Mickey but a few moments to find her. She was poring over a table full of curios in one of the smaller shops. He stood in the doorway watching her for several seconds, before walking up beside her, boldly, and saying, "Hello… Miss… I'd like to return something you laid on me…"
Vivian looked up, startled, into the black eyes and equally black beard of the leader of the motorcycle gang.
"Oh! Heavens! You scared me!" she gasped, then recovering her poise, she added, "It's Mrs.! Mrs. Harry Williams… but my friends call me Vivian…"
"I'm Mickey… Mickey Blackum…" he told her.
"You said something about returning something to me…? I don't think I've lost anything… Mr. Blackum!" she smiled.
"It isn't something you lost… I said it was something you laid on me!" he corrected.
"Oh? What in the world is that?"
"You smiled at me… a while ago… and not many people… that is… people like you… ever do that!" he explained. "So… I'd like to give one back to you…"
He smiled down at her, his white, even teeth gleaming through the blackness of his beard.
"Thank you… Mr. Blackum!" Vivian thrilled. "You have a very nice smile!" Her grey eyes regarded him, warmly, the trace of interest sparking in them.
"Call me Mickey!" he said.
"Okay… Mickey it is!"
"And you're Vivian!" He looked down into her face, serious now. "You now have two choices…" he went on. "You can tell the dirty, no-good hog rider to get lost… split the scene… or secondly, you can accept my invitation for a drink!"
"You've got the most original line… I've ever heard!" Vivian commented. "… And, you don't sound like I thought you'd sound!"
"What do you mean…?"
"Well… I thought you'd use all kinds of slang… and rough talk… you know… like a tough guy…"
"I talk that way, too! I'm a college drop-out… I'd be an engineer, now… if I'd stayed in school!" he explained.
"… And you want… to buy me a drink?"
"Yes… and the reason, of course… is I'd like to know you better… much better!" His smile bordered on lewdness.
Her heart jumped with excitement. She had never dreamed that she would actually meet this man. Yes! She had smiled at him, on purpose… hoping… but this was too much for her. He was really inviting her for a drink… with a sort of promise for further exciting things… Did she dare?
Yes! She did dare! The exhilaration of Mickey's open admiration for her… in contrast to Stan Brewster's earlier rejection, did something for her womanly ego.
"All right!" she agreed. "I'll have one drink with you… if you really want me to!"
His eyes swept over her trim figure, from head to toe, liking what he saw and wondering: Does she dig what I want from her… or is she just a stupid, little cock-teaser? "That's what I want!" he told her. "And, I usually get what I want!"
She was startled for a moment. "Oh I see… now you're the tough guy…"
"Yeah… that's it! Let's go!"
For an instant, she was frightened. He was so mercurial. One moment he was polite; the next he was a roughneck, and she doubted she should even go with him, now. There was no telling what might happen… what could develop. Harry's warning about not getting involved with this man came churning back into her mind. God! What if I get into something over my head… something I couldn't handle… like if he got violent… or something like that? She hesitated, shrinking away from him.
Firmly, he took hold of her arm, his smile charming, his voice well modulated. "Come on!" he grinned down at her, boyishly. "Let's go have that drink… and I'll let you go back to your square, establishment-type husband, who no doubt waves the flag, believes in the sanctity of God, mother… and Apple Pie…!"
She giggled, nervously, and allowed herself to be led from the curio store to a bar just three doors down. Their entrance drew stares and a rustle of comments among the tourist patrons. Mickey selected an empty booth near the rear of the bar and gave the order to a waitress, who appeared as soon as they were seated. He chose bourbon and water. Her drink was a martini.
"I probably shouldn't be doing this…" she offered, feeling somewhat guilty that she was doing it against Harry's orders.
"Your husband…?"
"Yes… you described him to a Tee… a while ago!"
"And I suppose he also dislikes motorcycle bums… like me?"
"He's terribly prejudiced!"
"… But you… what do you think…?" he asked, serious, again.
"Well… I think you're terribly exciting!"
Their drinks arrived. Mickey paid for them, lifted his drink, toasted her, silently, and took a healthy swallow. Vivian sipped her martini and regarded his profile. He is sort of handsome… a kind of wild, animal-like man… and there's a certain sexy thing about him… that almost makes me want to… to make some kind of play for him…!
… But, she knew she wouldn't. It'd be breaking her promise… the agreement she had with Harry… and he'd told her, already, what he thought about an involvement with people like Mickey Blackum.
"Is that all…?" he asked, leering at her.
"Well… I'd also have to say that there's a certain wildness… about you… maybe untamed is a better word!" she said, thinking unconsciously about… how he would be in bed… the sexy things… he could do to a woman… to her! She raised her martini to her lips, again, taking a long drink of the gin, this time; then she attempted to change the subject. "Why don't you tell me… what it's like to live your kind of life…?"
"What do you want to know…?"
"Well… do you work? Are you married? Where do you live… when you're not out riding around on your motorcycles?"
"Slow down!" he grunted. "Let's take them one at a time!"
Mickey launched into a somewhat detailed answer, telling her he worked only when he needed money… no, he wasn't married, and motorcycles were a cheap form of transportation.
As he launched into other reasons for riding motorcycles, she stopped him to ask, "Isn't there a girl with you? Does she stay with you… all the time? What does she do…?"
"Well… the girl's my mama sort of like a common-law wife…!" he explained.
Her questions went on and on. Mickey answered. Their drinks were finished. He ordered another round… and finally another. Vivian was almost mesmerized by his talk… his animal magnetism, and as the alcohol befogged her brain, he became ever more fascinating to her. Dimly, she knew she was treading on dangerous ground. She was becoming sexually aroused… tempted, almost beyond reason, to offer herself to this magnificent, animal of a man. There was that delicious, pervading warmth in her loins, the moist readiness between her legs that caused her to cross and re-cross them, in an attempt to find a comfortable position. God! It'd be exciting to be fucked… by a man… like this! She thought about Harry, for a moment. Hell! What Harry doesn't know… won't hurt him! Before they had started swinging… and joined the swap club, Harry had had a number of torrid affairs, operating under that same principle. Anyway… he was threatening to go after that Brewster woman… on his own… and leave me out of it… completely… but I don't care, now! Stan Brewster was too chicken-hearted… to take what I was offering him! Damn him! The more I think about it… the madder I get… the way he acted so offended when I was feeling his cock! Any other man would have been panting to make it with me… but not him! I still wonder…
She didn't have to wonder about Mickey. He was all man! His eyes devoured her. She knew that he, like most men, had been mentally undressing her, and she felt as though she had nothing more to hide from him. The raw desire for her was there in the hot salaciousness of his bold, unwavering stare, his open appreciation of her loveliness, but he had, so far, said nothing in the way of making a pass at her. He had, also, carefully refrained from touching her… yet she was hot for him. God! Dare she cross the invisible line of propriety to let him know what she was feeling… what she wanted?
Vivian had done it often, before, with several different men… just as she had with Stan Brewster, but his man, Mickey Blackum was different; somehow, she knew his wildness could be dangerous. Harry's warning was still there, lodged somewhere in a far corner of her mind… but she ignored it.
Feeling only her sexual excitement of the moment, she turned her smoky, grey eyes on him… and her hand, below, silently reinforced her message, as her fingers touched his thigh, lightly, and inched their salacious way toward his crotch, until they feather-brushed across the hardened shaft of his massive penis. She felt it throb warmly through the heavy denim of his jeans.
Mickey's dark eyes were flooded, instantly, with passionate desire. Damn! She's asking for it… plain as hell!
He grinned at her, lewdly, asking, "You like it… doll?"
"What…? Oh… excuse me…!" She was flustered. Quickly, she tried to withdraw her hand, but he was too fast for her. He caught her hand and held it close up against the pulsing bulk of his cock in his pants. "If you like it… have a good feel… then we'll go try it… for size!" he leered, enjoying her discomfiture.
"No… please, Mickey… I-I don't know what made me… do that! It was… accidental!"
"Accidental, hell!"
With his free hand, he picked up his drink and drained the glass. "Let's go!" he barked. His voice was hard as steel.
Then, keeping a tight grip on her arm, he walked her from the dimly lighted bar into the waning afternoon sunshine. Vivian was stunned by his sudden action, and she knew, as they reached the outside that it was all a gross mistake. She was out of her element with this roughneck.
"Let me go!" she hissed, unwilling to cause a scene that might attract attention. "You're hurting me!"
The motorcycle gang leader paid no attention to her pleadings, as he led her to his big motorcycle. "There's a nice spot… up by the falls… out of the way… no people around! We'll go up there!"
"L-Listen…! Listen to me Mickey! It's all a big mistake! I really don't… want to… go anywhere… with you!"
They had reached his machine. "What…?" He stared at her, disbelief on his face. "There's no mistake! You want to be fucked and I want to fuck you so that's what we'll do!"
"No! You don't understand! I-I didn't mean to… to…"
"The hell you didn't mean it!" he grated. "… Unless you're just a little cock-teaser… and if there's anything I hate it's having some broad throw it around… just for show and tell… and then try to cop out!"
Suddenly, Vivian jerked herself free of his strong grasp and ran toward her car. She was desperate, now! The man was dangerous! She had seen the smoldering madness in his eyes, and his swift change from amiability… to raw, animal lust, mixed with his instant, flaming anger, frightened her.
Mickey could have caught her, easily… but a struggle with her in public wasn't worth it.
The whole thing would be misunderstood… marked down in the police blotters as assault… attempted kidnap… and anything else that could be dreamed up. He looked after her, as she ran, like a frightened rabbit, to her car, got into it, started it and drove, rapidly, out of the parking lot. Okay, baby doll! You asked for it… and by God… you're going to get it! Nobody plays cock-teaser with Mickey Blackum… because if they do… they pay for it! He grinned, sardonically, to himself. Damn! It'll be fun… to take her off that high and mighty high horse she's riding! She'll squirm… before I'm through with her! Yes! God damn it! She'll squirm… on the end of my cock… and love it!
Vivian's heart pounded in her chest! She looked back, briefly, to see Mickey Blackum still standing beside his motorcycle… and she was relieved that he wasn't following her. Oh, God! It was a horrible mistake! That man isn't normal, somehow… and there's no telling what he might do!
She drove fast. Getting back to Harry in their trailer was her only goal, at that instant, and she thought, miserably, about what her husband would say… if he ever found out…! He'll never know about it… if I can help it! Oh, God! I should never have done it… especially after Harry warned me…! And… I hope and pray… nothing else comes of this!