Leo McKern paced the room with that restless rapacious stride of his. "I tell you those buns were so firm I wanted to grab that sweet little ass and rip those pants off her and fondle that sweet ass right there in the store!"
Mona McKern glanced up from the floor where she lay sprawled on the thick nap of the rug in a housecoat, smoking a cigarette and reading the Sunday paper. Her dark attractive face split in a smile. "Listen to the bull in heat."
Leo puffed on his cigarette and nodded, his hand brushing his forehead and felt the ragged edges of a hangover ramming away in his brain. He swung behind the portable bar that was almost always set up in their bedroom, and decided to fix himself a Bloody Mary, a little hair of-the-dog theory, for breakfast and he mixed two drinks, making them both fairly strong and padded barefoot back to his wife, handing her one without a word. "God damn, she got me hot. I can't wait to throw it into that little broad!"
Mona drank, slaking her rampant thirst brought on by too much partying the night before. A dark shapely brunette just turned thirty one, she took good care of her sultry good looks. She looked up at her husband through dark lashes, smiling at him. "You horny bastard!" she said with a begrudging kind of tolerance. She smiled at Leo, loving him in her way, realizing he gave her everything and asked nothing of her but that she behave the way she liked to anyway! She knew him to be a generous and kind man, rewarding her with whatever physical pleasure and possession he could. Nothing was denied her, not even men. Her long lovely body sprawled relaxed on the rug, her lovely legs showing out of her gown.
Leo McKern looked down at his wife and smiled that tough cynical smile at her. Leo also had whatever he wanted, getting his way by incredible guile and charm when he had to, wits when they were needed, intelligence that hid behind a rough exterior and with his fists when necessary, hammering his way to whatever bloody goal he had struck out for. He got whatever he wanted by hook or crook. Now, at forty, he had approached the summit of his manhood and stood straight and heavy and cunning and tough. Next year some paunch would show, this year he was as hard as stone, working out in the gym every day, swimming laps in the pool every day, running his company and chain of stores with a charming reckless kind of native humor and intelligence.
Leo McKern was the earthy president and principle stock holder of a closed corporation which ran a chain of outlet food stores in Southern California. His brand of take-out food and prices struck a public fancy and Leo soon found himself wealthy beyond his wildest dreams, selling franchises for a lucrative figure then selling the food to the franchises. Leo loved every successful dollar-drenched minute of it. He drove a custom-built Imperial and enjoyed his empire and power.
Leo's gimmick was so simple yet successful. The old car-hop idea revived with the girls serving the customer clad in hot pants and a vivid orange blouse that showed plenty of cleavage. And the girl's that worked for Leo had plenty of cleavage. Leo saw to that. He retained the right to hire and fire the help, acting as a kind of universal personnel manager, he traveled the state, interviewing hiring and training the girls.
Leo was no fool. He knew he had to have something more than his labor-market competitors in order to attract good looking girls who were willing to show off a little of their bodies and figures in return for good pay. Leo paid top dollar to start and had all kinds of promotional and incentive plans for the girls. A girl with ambition and a good case of the smarts could combine them with her figure and come out with a good weeks salary.
Leo was no fool. He simply was a little less greedy, settling for a lesser slice of the pie.
Once young men saw the quality of the service, once one of those young lovelies was glimpsed striding toward a car in bright orange hot pants; smiling, their bodies glowing with slim health and youth; once young men saw this and once word got around, Leo's take-out stores were doing a Standing Room Only business all over the state and Leo got his picture and a brief write-up in Time as one of the "new" executives that were springing up in Southern California, land of the Birchers and Cults… Disneyland… Plastic.
Leo McKern rode his simple plan to the top. He was now secure and deeply entrenched throughout the state. He could expand at any time. For the time being, he was content to travel the state, taking care of the business of personnel.
The McKerns had a modern marriage, free and easy on the rules and morals. Mona never asks him what he has done on his frequent trips and he never asks her what she has done with her nights when he is away. In fact, they don't have to ask. They tell one another. Leo is telling Mona of having hired a new girl for a franchise outside of Bakersfield.
He sips on his Bloody Mary and continues.
"I'm going to get that little bitch and fuck her silly."
Mona chuckles. "All right, why tell me?"
Leo looks down at his wife on the floor. She is bored and turns back to the comics. She hasn't seen or really heard about Carol Hunnicutt. She assumes that she is just another of his conquests. Leo kept his finger in the personnel end of the business as an outlet for his all-consuming lechery and lust. Mona had been around a lot before she had met Leo, had once run with a fast Las Vegas crowd. In all of her exercise she had never met anyone or even heard of anyone like Leo McKern. A living fucking machine, an endless insatiable prick ramming for more! She was glad when he was diverted, giving her a chance for rest, for just being alone in comfort or being alone with someone new. More and more, it was a looking forward to someone "new" and "different".
They finally admitted to one another that their lives were far out by any standards and Leo threw all caution to the wind and began inventing circumstances that were wild and had some element of danger. The two of them found their nights filled with long hours of ecstatic pleasure as they dared one obscenity after another.
Soon, it was not enough to dare together. Others had to be involved. Leo came home one night with a bundle of underground newspapers and the two of them lay in bed reading the sex ads and deciding which ones to answer.
They picked a couple of similar background and age and answered an ad, posing naked for Polaroid shots of each other and, hearts beating, they mailed off an answer to a "swap ad" along with snapshots of their naked and excited bodies.
The first time at a swap party had been an experience that changed Leo and Mona's lives forever. Once they had swapped and rushed home to leap in bed and tell each other about it while their hands roamed. They found their sex life together all the more rich and lustful once they could admit "swapping". Once they could tell each other all the little details and, above all, once they could admit to enjoying sex with someone else, they could never turn back.
Leo, with his audacious executive mind, decides be will form his own club, that he and Mona will advertise for couples and select the ones that arouse or interest them. They will keep the dub selective and strive to make it utterly depraved.
It isn't long before he's arranging a club and completely refitting the game room of their home in Beverly Hills. Leo has the ceiling done completely in mirrors, giving the room the dizzying effect of being twice as high as it really is. All four walls turned into movie screens and, by the use of multi-projectors, he was able to film four separate movies at the same time.
Their sex lives grew by degrees, each step with the thrill of knowing there was no turning back, they went from swapping to outright orgies when their mirrored playroom would show four separate hard core porno films while Leo and Mona and their chosen friends lolled in lewdness as they abandoned themselves to whatever whim of the moment.
As their sex lives grew, Leo became more selective, having some girls scored for "good for one time only" to others he made a regular road-trip kind of thing of on up to the top: admission to a select but swinging club over which Leo ruled with a lustful abandon. His word was law until somebody was man enough to challenge him. His word was anathema and no one ever dared his bold plans.
Their club was a sybarites dream come true with every pleasure one could want. The floor of their playroom was thickly carpeted and strewn with pillows and low-slung couches where one could lie back and look up to see themselves – and everyone else in the room – mirrored on the ceiling above. There were times when Mona would look up at the ceiling and see naked bodies writhing and see the mirrored movies of cunts and cocks and sucking and fucking going on all around her and not be able to tell one from the other!
Many times she watched herself in home movies made by Leo, movies in which she had acted like a gleeful slut as Leo ordered her to do one obscenity after another.
Time went by quickly and on an active level for the McKerns and they found themselves bored with what they had at hand and more and more attracted to that which was dangerous or classified as still forbidden fruit. It was Leo who proposed to his club members that each couple had to recruit another couple and had exactly thirty days in which to deliver. Failure to introduce a new couple would result in expulsion from the club. Then he turned around and announced that he and Mona would volunteer to bring the first couple in. The sheer audacity of his rule and volunteering had made the couples catch fire. It had been one of the best nights in a long time.
Even back then, Leo had his eye on Carol Hunnicutt. Leo was shrewd about women, instinctively knowing just how far he could go with each one. Until Carol Hunnicutt came on the scene. He wanted badly to hire her the moment he laid eyes on her. Tall, a willowy blonde with slim waist and big breasts, she was slim of hip and sleek looking.
But it was her face that got to Leo. It was so beautiful the way fine porcelain or china is beautiful and her cheekbones curved like ivory and all her features were clear and precise the way good breeding shows on a face and Leo was attracted and immediately wanted to get his hands on all that fine good haughty breeding and actually watch it turn lewd and begging under him. In no time, he would have her crawling on her hands and knees, committing all kinds of obscenities.
It wasn't until a week later that he got out to Bakersfield and watched Carol working at the store, sauntering from car to car, smiling, her hips wiggling on a slow tantalizing way, her face glacial and respectful. She cocks a cold eyebrow whenever a customer tries to get fresh, silencing them with a frosty stare.
Leo had been watching her since he first saw her and hired her on the spot. He carefully read over what her manager wrote of her in the monthly reports. In no time at all, Carol was the top money earner of her store. Leo sat many a time in his big black Imperial, quietly watching Carol as she worked the cars, smiling, being polite and warm, bending over just enough as she took the order, letting them get a good look at her cleavage.
Leo had, been watching Carol and knew that she was clever and smart and, above all, ambitious. That, coupled with her good looks and divine form, made her more desirable all the time. Leo decided that Carol and her husband would be the couple he would recruit for the club on his own dare. Thirty days from that meeting, he would deliver a virgin couple to the club, a husband and wife who had never dreamed of swapping before!
And Carol Hunnicutt was the one Leo picked. The fact that he had never seen her husband and knew nothing about him didn't bother him at all. A check of company records told him his name was Robert. Leo chuckled. Probably called Bob or Bobby, he thought. His occupation was selling insurance. Leo shrugged. Bob or Robby or Robert Hunnicutt was no problem and nothing to worry about.
In Bakersfield, one week after having told the club, I sat in the tiny office of the local franchise and called in Carol Hunnicutt and watched her sit down and sell-consciously cross her legs and give him a friendly but remote smile. He grinned back at her. He was an attractive man in his own coarse and vulgar way. Other girls warned her that he was known for making a pass or telling a dirty joke. All sorts of stories were told about him. Carol found herself wary of him, believing that he was a nice if somewhat flashy man to work for.
"It's Mrs. Hunnicutt, isn't it?" He asked with a grin that was near a smirk.
"That's right," Carol answered with a firm smile. She tried to ignore his eyes roaming slowly over her body. They sat in silence for what seemed an interminable time until it seemed to Carol she must say something or a blush would spread over her face. His gaze was so bold and… brutal. There was something fascinatingly honest about the man. She opened her mouth to say something and Leo McKern spoke.
"I'm promoting you to the rank of manager, Mrs. Hunnicutt because of your excellent record so far. Naturally your extra duties and responsibilities will call for a hefty increase in salary and an over-ride on the business done here."
Carol's mouth fell open. "What!?"
"Needless to say, that over-ride can triple your take home pay. Congratulations, you've earned it by your attitude and sales. I wonder if you and Mr. Hunnicutt, your husband, Bob, isn't it? I wonder if I might take the two of you out to dinner tonight, in order to get to know the both of you better?"
Dumbly, Carol nodded her head. She was too shocked and numb to feel anything. All she could think of was how much the manager earned against what she earned now and the figure took her breath away. She would be earning more than Bob!
Leo had grinned back at her, knowing she had no idea what she was getting into. It was going to be so easy for him, a little bit at a time, one little concession leading to another. One little step after another that would culminate with him fucking her silly while her own husband stood by voluntarily and watched.
Leo grinned at her, his grin cool and hard and cocky as Carol let out a gasp of astonishment and said, "I don't know how to thank you!" Leo grinned and nodded.