"What are you doing here? I didn't send for you," Evangeline asked as the tall waiter in the too-small uniform came into her room carrying a pitcher of ice water. She was face down on the bed, her words muffled by the pillow into which she had been crying.
"Perhaps some mistake," Wikiwiki suggested meekly, setting the pitcher and glass on her bedside stand and viewing with appreciation the delightful, feminine shape so barely concealed by a lacy nightgown and negligee. Through the filmy material gleamed the pink-white contours of sensuously rounded thighs and the prettiest ass he had yet beheld. "Is something wrong that you cry so hard?" he inquired solicitously. "Has some man been unkind to you? How could anyone be mean to such a lovely angel of a girl."
Evangeline raised her tear-puffy face from the wet pillow to regard him with curiosity. She was a dyed-in-the-wool chauvinist, considering herself by birth, by race and by social position, far above anyone with a darker skin than her own. Yet she was sick with despair and heartbreak, and the tall, young man, as handsome as a Playboy ad, spoke to her gently and with compassion, and in her desperation she found herself responding to him.
"I have been betrayed!" she sobbed dramatically. "The faith around which I have built my life has been destroyed. I believed the Reverend Matthew Longworth to be a saintly, righteous, pure man, and now I find he has feet of clay. I caught him doing despicable and depraved things with one of the kitchen sluts. I hate him and I hate the God he pretends to worship!" She went into a sudden rage of temper, beating her fists on the bed and kicking her heels as though furiously pedaling a bicycle. "The dirty, no-good, mother-fucking, shit-assed son of a bitch!" she screamed shrilly, her profanity reminding Wikiwiki that this girl had been a swinger and, reputedly, a hell-raising, little bitch before getting religion.
"There, there now," Wikiwiki murmured soothingly, "don't let a bastard like Longworth upset you so. You're too fine and sweet a girl to throw your life away over a fink like him. Look, we islanders have Oriental blood, and we understand how foul blows to the spirit and the heart can be relieved by revenge. This is what you should do to make yourself happy again. You must revenge yourself on this man. I will help you."
Evangeline turned over and sat up, her gray eyes interested and already darkening with the murky passion of the evil thoughts stirring in her brain. "Yes!" she hissed. "I see that you are right. I will be revenged! I will cut his damned heart out!"
"No, no!" Wikiwiki protested. "Nothing so crude and so quick. Vengeance, to be effective, must be done with subtle cruelty so that the victim suffers over a long period of time, so that you may enjoy his writhings and twistings and his cries for mercy before the final moment when you tire of the sport and dispatch him to meet his Gods. That is the Oriental way."
She nodded. "I see what you mean. But how do I go about it? A slow poison perhaps?"
"No. Mental torture is the best. You must destroy his image of himself and the one he presents the world. What is his reason for being here in Hawaii? And what is the thing he considers his greatest accomplishment. I will tell you. It is you."
"Me?"
"Of course. The rag-tag of followers he has in his church in New York mean nothing to him. His greatest pride lies in the fact that he had converted one of society's richest and most famous women… you, Evangeline Barrington-Phaff. Through his lies and his deceit, he has turned you from the gay, happy, carefree life you once led and humbled you to the position of apostle to him. How can you most painfully damage him? Easy. You must deny him and all he has taught you. You must become a sinner on the grand scale, a veritable hellcat of a female, a low, lewd, lascivious and lustful wench, a depraved and degraded slut. Furthermore, you will be killing two birds with one stone."
"How so?"
"Elmer McFarthingale. Believe me, it pains me to tell you this, but I feel it's my duty. As you know, servants are the last ones from whom secrets can be kept. I happen to know that Elmer is marrying you only for your money. Would any man who really loved you have allowed a stinker like Longworth to treat you this way?"
Evangeline considered this news, then bobbed her head in agreement. "You're right. I should have seen what he was up to. I was only marrying him to please my father anyway."
"Tell me," Wikiwiki questioned her, "is Longworth aware that you saw him in his act of debauchery with the kitchen chick?"
"No. The door was unlocked and I didn't knock. I only opened it enough to see what was going on and then I ran back to my room. Do you know what that monster was doing to that young girl? She was on her hands and knees on the bed and he was kneeling behind her. He had his thing in her rectum!"
"Tsk, tsk," Wikiwiki clucked. "Are you ready now to begin your revenge?"
Evangeline looked startled. "Yes… well… that is I guess so, but I don't know how to go about it. If I'm to become a fallen woman, I'll first have to find a suitable partner… I mean, a woman of my social position, I can't just do that sort of thing with anyone."
Wikiwiki shook his head. "I see you have a lot to learn about revenge. What will the shock value be in doing something like that with a respectable, acceptable man? No, to really degrade yourself, you must find someone who is as far beneath you as possible, a member of the working class… better yet would be a menial, a servant like myself."
"Oh, I hadn't thought of that. I see. But who can I start with?"
"Well," Wikiwiki replied after appearing to give the matter his thoughtful consideration, "he should be a native, because that makes it even worse, doesn't it? He should be a servant… such as, oh, for instance, a waiter. On the other hand, I wouldn't suggest you begin with someone so ugly he would be repulsive to you. You can work down to that sort by gradual stages."
"But how?"
Wikiwiki hung his head and murmured modestly, "How about me? I would be most happy to be of service to you in this matter."
"You? Hummm. Well, why not? For a native, you are very attractive. Are you sure you don't mind?"
"Oh, not at all!" he assured her feelingly, his greedy eyes on magnificent breasts that rose and fell under the sheer gown as her breathing increased in rapidity due to the mingled emotions of hate, fear and excitement at the daring thing she was about to do.
"That's very kind of you," she replied. "I suppose you've heard of the reputation I had before I met that Longworth character, so you'll be surprised to learn that I am still a virgin. Will it hurt?"
"Yes," he answered honestly. "It will hurt a little and it will be messy. There is usually some blood. But just think how the pain and the blood add to the degradation. Remember that you are about to be fucked by a black, ignorant savage, and a servant at that, one you wouldn't ordinarily stoop to speak to… except to give a command. Ah, your revenge will be very complete with my help! If you are ready, let's do it now. Later, you can tell Longworth, and the whole world, what you have done. You can be seen necking with me in public, and we can arrange to get ourselves thrown out of the best and the worst places in the islands for unbecoming conduct. I will teach you to dress, look and talk like the lowest and cheapest whore. Lay back down on the bed and pull your gown up. See, I am removing my trousers."
"I… I don't know," Evangeline quavered, her face contorted with indecision and sudden doubt as she gazed with wide, frightened eyes and sagging chin at Wikiwiki's naked loins from which arched up the fearsome length of his bronzed and quivering prick, the small, vertical mouth in the darker head already drooling in anticipation. "I don't think I should. Maybe I better…"
"Too late!" he cried and launched himself upon her like a young panther. A brutal knee went up between hers, forcing her legs apart as, with one ripping motion of his hand, he tore her gown from neckline to hem, exposing her great, gorgeous breasts. "You've been spoiling for this for years," he grunted. "A good fucking is all you've ever needed to make a woman out of you. That's it… fight me. Make it rape and then it will be even better when you tell it to Longworth. When I'm through with you, you'll be ready to screw anything with a cock and balls. You'll crawl on your knees and beg and whine to get it from any man. You'll fuck in the back seats of cars, on the beach and in alleys between the garbage cans and think you're lucky to get the chance. They'll call you 'splatter ass' and 'punchboard' and 'roundheels' and you'll love those names. Longworth will hate the day he ever met you. Say goodbye to your maidenhead. After this you're a slut… lower than that girl from the kitchen."
With one mighty lunge of his powerful body, he drove his cock into her to the hilt. He grinned in delight to feel the head of it tearing its way through the tender, membranous lining of her cunt. His laughter was as loud as her piercing scream of agony. The shock and the pain of the initial assault kept her from fighting him as he slowly began to fuck her, his big cock probing her hitherto untried and unused, inner person. He was deriving more pleasure from her than from any other of the many women and girls he had rolled in the hay during his busy career. In the first place, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever known and, as he deliberately prolonged the act, he was extremely conscious of the lush, creamy body under him, of the fabulous breasts crushed against his chest and of the soft, womanly thighs that surpassed in beauty the thighs of Aphrodite. Not normally either an unkind or even unchivalrous fellow, his intense desire for her was not unmixed with hate. He was aware of her racial prejudice, and it gave him a certain fiendish pleasure to have outwitted her and conquered her.
He made it last a long time… long enough for the pain he was causing her to subside and for her to recover from the brain-numbing effects of shock so that she was fully aware of her situation. She realized the futility of fighting him and strove only to get away from his punishing prick, but he held her by the weight of his body and the strength of his powerful arms. She begged and cursed and threatened, but he ignored her, not caring how loud she screamed, for he knew that her suite was the only one occupied on the top floor. Worn out at last from her strenuous efforts, she lay slack and unmoving beneath him, even the source of her tears eventually running dry.
He continued the deliberate, even rhythm of his fucking until he could no longer hold back the gathering tension of his nervous system, and at last his orgasm was triggered. His feverishly pumping testicles drove the cum into her in a gushing torrent, flooding her cunt and oozing out to run down the crack of her ass onto the bed. His coming shook him as he had never been shaken before. For the first time in his life, it was a total thing, a complete bodily and mental involvement that took control of him, wrenched him this way and that, then drained him out through the head of his cock so that he experienced the strange knowledge that he had, in fucking her, somehow become part of her and that he would never again be a whole person without her.
"Will you let me go now?" she asked him when she knew he was through. "This was partly my fault. I'm willing to forgive you. I should never have listened to your crazy idea about revenge in the first place. Please let me go. You've ruined me. Isn't that enough for you?"
"No!" he whispered fiercely, his face in the misty cloud of her blonde hair, his lips touching the perfumed rose petal of her ear. "I'll never let you go. I haven't ruined you. I've begun to make a real woman out of you, and I like what I've created. I can't stop now."
"What else is there, then?"
"This." He fastened his mouth to hers and kissed her as she had never been kissed. Again she struggled, but he held her firmly, not desisting until her lips were puffed and swollen from the contact, her tongue tingling from being sucked into his mouth and caressed by his own tongue. When she was weak from lack of breath and from her ineffective effort to break away, he lowered his head to her breasts and began to work on her nipples. He released his hold on her wrists to free his hand so that he might stroke her body, tracing the curvature of her torso and a sweetly rounded hip. His hand learned the shape of her thighs, feeling for the tender, silken skin on their inner surfaces and coming at last to her vulva, slick and greasy from his own semen, puffed and sensitive from the violence with which he had entered her and from the friction of his prick. He sought and found her clitoris. She gasped when he touched it but made no effort toward further resistance.
The seconds and the minutes ticked by, stretching toward a half-hour before he gradually became aware that the arms he had released now encircled his broad shoulders, that Evangeline's breathing had increased in pace and that an occasional tremor ran through the length of her body. He continued his artful manipulation of her clitoris and felt her hips stir, tentatively at first, then with a surer movement. Now she was rotating them smoothly in time to the circular motion of his finger, uttering small moans of pleasure. Her hand went to the back of his head, pressing his face deeper into the perfumed opulence of her breast and sighing with contentment when his teeth delicately nipped the swollen, hard flesh of her nipple.
When she was writhing and twisting beneath him, half-sobbing in a new kind of torment, he again mounted her. This time she spread her legs, welcoming him. He was gentle with her, easing his cock into her hot, wet, engulfing flesh. She groaned and arched her back, her cunt begging for more of him, her hands frantically digging into the cheeks of his ass to pull him into her.
"Oh, God, yes!" she muttered. "Do it to me, darling! I love you! Oh, God how I love you!"
"And I love you, too," Wikiwiki heard himself echo her, wondering at the sound of the words issuing from his mouth. Never before had he listened to himself say such a thing to a girl.
He wanted to come, but he held back, using all of his art to induce an orgasm in her first. And he was rewarded for his effort. At first he thought she was crying again and that he must be hurting her. Then he realized that the low-pitched keening that came from her was her song of passion, fitting accompaniment to the wild, urgent dance of her hips and the frenetic, mad drumming of her heels on the backs of his thighs. Her long, scarlet-tipped fingernails dug into his muscle and, in the insanity of her unbearable rapture, she bit his shoulder.
"I'm coming!" she screamed. "I'm coming, sweetheart! Fuck me, darling! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh, blessed Jesus! Oh, blessed fuck!" Her voice trailed off in a prolonged groan of anguish like the sound of an ambulance siren fading into the night. Her body, bent like a bow, grew rigid and trembled, every muscle undergoing a series of short, violent spasms. She relaxed and came down to the bed as though she was slowly and languidly drifting down to it from a great height. She was dimly aware that his flowing tide had once more filled her cunt to overflowing, and she lay there, a secret, knowing, happy smile on her face to feel it running, first hot and sticky and then cool, down her thighs and onto the cheeks of her ass.
When he would have pulled his dripping cock from her, she held him with her hands, telling him not to take it out… to leave it in there always. She kissed him, and he thought the taste of her lips as sweet as ginger blooms at midnight on the slopes of Tantalus.
It was the following day before Elmer McFarthingale discovered that his fiancee was no longer in the hotel. He had supposed at first that she was simply in one of her frequent moods and refusing to answer either her door or her room telephone. When, in desperation, he unlocked the door and went in, the unmade bed told the story as well as the note she had left. The sheets were spotted with dried blood and stiff with the yellow stain of dried semen.
The note was brief and explicit:
Elmer, you son of a bitch:
I'm leaving. Run your Goddamned hotel any way you wish, you stiff-necked, stuffy, fortune-hunting bastard.
Miss Barrington-Phaff
"Who?" Elmer muttered aloud. "Who the hell got her? Longworth? No, he's still around. So there goes my love life and the Barrington-Phaff millions down the drain. Come to think of it, was the money really worth the price? I'd liked to have been the guy who fucked her and made her like it," he thought wistfully, "but I'm not sure I envy him if he's stuck with her. Okay, Evangeline, my kooky ex-fiancee, I'll take you at your word and run this place to suit myself. Maybe I can at least save my job and my reputation as a hotel man." Feeling vastly relieved, he went downstairs to his office and sent a bellboy to find Lynn Charles and Kalola Kalikimaka.
After a conference that lasted two hours, Lynn left the office with the new title of Social Director with a free hand to use her own ingenuity in making the Hale-Kaahumanu the swingingest hotel in the Hawaiian Islands.
Kalola remained.
"Are you really a top dancer?" Elmer asked her. "Forgive my ignorance, but I'm new to the islands and…"
"Sure." Kalola grinned impishly. "I show you." Before the startled hotel manager was aware of her intentions, she had jumped up from her chair and divested herself of her muumuu. Naked but for her long, glistening, black hair, she posed before him, her brown body gleaming in the wan light of late afternoon. "This is called 'The Dance of The Deflowered Maiden'," she announced, her hands touching in front of her and her feet beginning to shuffle on the floor.
Elmer sat entranced, not understanding the language of her talking hands but goggle-eyed as he drank in the beauty of her bouncing, brown breasts and the play of her sensuously flashing thighs.
"And this is called 'Tahitian Shimmy'," she said, her hips rotating in a blur of motion that made it appear they were on well-oiled ball bearings.
"That dance is very good for getting male customers all excited," she declared as the dance ended. "You think so, hunh? Yes, you think so," she decided sagely as she went around to the desk to sit on his lap and squeeze his steel-stiff cock through his pants. "You were supposed to keep your eyes on my hands," she chided him, "but I think you watch my titties all the time. You like my titties, huh? Take your pants off, Mr. McFarthingale. How can you fuck me with your pants on? I think you're cute."