Paula Kaufman
The Blackmailed Neighbors

WLP-122
Chapter 1

"Well, for Christ's sake, would you look at that!" the big man muttered to himself, staring out the window. He turned to speak to a dark-haired young woman lying on a couch across the room.

"Hey, Anna, you'd never guess what's moving in across the street!"

"Let me try," she replied in a bored voice. A moment passed. "Sword dancers?" she asked sarcastically. "A flea circus?" A troup of trained walruses and their sealion manager?"

"Cut the comedy," the big man said, flushing angrily at the mockery in the woman's voice. "Get off your lazy ass and come over and look."

The woman settled back on the couch, but curiosity got the better of her. As she got up, the robe she was wearing parted for a moment, showing a flash of smooth bare thighs. Taking her time, she walked over to the window and looked out. She had to stand close to the man but was careful not to touch him. Each time a shift in his position brought him closer to her, she moved back the barest fraction of an inch, just enough to keep them separated.

"Well, what do you think of that little cunt?" the man asked with a grin.

Across the street a large moving van was backed up to a house. Two men, obviously the drivers of the van, from their overalls, were carrying in furniture. Another man stood nearby, watching, but Anna knew that none of these people, nor the van, was what had captured the interest of the man next to her. A young woman, blonde, with a stunning figure was excitedly directing the two workmen. She was wearing a pair of tight white shorts and a halter top which did little to hide the enticing movements of her large, obviously well-shaped breasts.

"Well… how about it?" the big man asked impatiently.

"Oh, Max… for Christ's sake," the woman said disgustedly. "So it's a cunt. To listen to you talk, anybody'd believe you never saw one before."

"God! I sure as hell haven't seen many like that," he answered, licking his lips nervously. "Oh, my fuckin' balls. Look at the way her tits are bouncing… and look at her ass, just trying to bust out of those shorts."

Anna didn't say anything more, but she had to admit, Max did have a point. She couldn't help admiring the other woman's admittedly lovely young body. Nor did she fail to understand Max's obvious lust for the girl. She felt a mild rush of interest herself as she watched the young blonde moving between the house and the van, getting in the men's way, trying to help them carry some of the smaller items. A good body, she thought lazily, and wondered what the girl would look like naked, without those shorts and that silly halter. I haven't touched a woman for a long time, she mused. I wonder if her tits are as solid as they look. Yes, she could understand the interest of the man next to her in the girl, but she was repelled by the crudity of his lust. She watched him excitedly staring at the girl, his eyes glittering, his hands clenching into fists, and from time to time, his thick tongue slithered over his lips, trying to moisten their heated surfaces. A real pig, she thought with disgust.

"l've gotta have a better look," he suddenly said. "Get me my binoculars."

"Oh, for Christ's sake, Max. lf you stand here gawking out the window with a pair of binoculars growing out of your head, they'll see you.

You want them to think there's a bunch of weirdos over here?"

"Goddamn it, Anna," the man snarled at her, jerking his small eyes away from the window and fastening them angrily on her. "I said to get the binoculars. Now don't give me any of your smart-ass lip."

Anna held her ground for a moment, her dark eyes locking with Max's pale gray ones. Then her gaze dropped and she left the room without a word, returning a minute later with a pair of binoculars. Max moved back from the window before he placed the binoculars against his eyes and began to scan the little party across the street.

"l'm not as dumb as you think," he told Anna. "They can't see me this way, back from the window. For one thing, it's darker in here and bright sun out there…" His voice caught and stopped. "Christ!" he said sharply. "She's bending over facing me. Wow… What a pair of tits…!" He fell silent, staring intently through the binoculars for several minutes. One large hand dropped down to the front of his pants, and Anna saw with disgust that he was slowly massaging the obscenely growing bulge there as his penis hardened and swelled under the restraining material. God, he could get it up watching a cow piss, she told herself acidly.

Anna was a medium-size woman, in her late-twenties, but her lush, welldeveloped figure made her seem bigger. Her coloring was dark, with skin the color of ivory, set off by thick dark hair that cascaded down over her shoulders and framed her face in heavy tendrils of smoky brown.

When she wanted to, Anna would let her hair fall forward, half-hiding her dark lustrous eyes, which she knew how to make glitter in sulky invitation.

Max was a much rougher-cut figure. A big, bulky man of about fifty, he had once been very good looking, and he still retained traces of handsomeness, but they were for the most part buried under a disfiguring coarseness brought on by decades of dissipation, sullied by an innate cruelty that had hardened his features while his body thickened. His hair was turning iron-gray, cut in a bristling crewcut that only enhanced the air of violence that hung about the big man like a constant threat. The two of them, he and Anna, made an incongruous couple, and many people had asked themselves what the two were doing together.

Anna still stood near the window, watching the little drama across the street--the laboring men, the obviously excited young blonde, the other man, standing and watching as the draped furniture and heavy boxes made their way from the emptying van and began to fill the house.

Must be her first house, Anna thought, gauging the other woman's excitement. I wonder how it feels to be excited over something? She wondered if they were newlyweds, but from the watching man's semiindifferent manner, doubted it. Her scrutiny shifted to him. She judged him to be a little younger than herself, and a good-looking man. He was tall and slender, without being thin. Good shoulders, Anna thought approvingly. He had fairly short hair, black, just long enough to hint at a frustrated desire to grow it longer. Even at his distance she could make out a few tendrils curling over his ears. Wonder what kind of a man he is! Anna thought. I wonder how he treats his little wife!

Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud guffaw from Max. The overeager young woman across the street had been trying to carry too-heavy a box and had dropped it, spilling its contents all over the lawn. She stood in despair a moment, looking down at the scattered pile of small items, some of them still rolling across the grass. The girl looked up at her husband for encouragement but all she got was a condescending grin.

Superior bastard! Anna thought with irritation, as the man ordered his wife to pick up the spilled contents of the box.

"Oh, Christ, will you look at those buns!" Max yelled in glee as the girl bent down and began putting the various items back in the box.

Even without the binoculars Anna could see the flimsy white material of the too-tight shorts suck up in between the girl's ass-cheeks and ride high to bare the gently rounded swell of her lower buttocks. She was kneeling, her legs spread a little, ant the tight mound of her pussy bulged enticingly between well-rounded thighs.

"Anna, I swear I'm gonna get into that ass," Max was mumbling, more to himself than to her. "I swear I'm gonna split it wide open with old Fred here," and he obscenely squeezed the ever-growing bulge in the front of his pants.

"Sounds like your usual technique," Anna answered.

"You got any complaints about the way I fuck?" Max demanded, pulling the binoculars away from his eyes and turning to glare angrily at her.

"It'd take a book," she replied, knowing she should keep her mouth shut, but led on by the desire to insult him. "A hundred volumes."

"You sure as hell never bitched while you were getting it rammed up that cock-gobbling cunt of yours."

"I was too busy trying to keep from throwing up," Anna responded sulkily, pushing her luck. Max's face crimsoned. He started to say something but then jerked the glasses back to his eyes, staring for a moment at the blonde girl, who was still crouched down on the ground, her buttocks presented invitingly back in their direction while she laboriously refilled the box. Max looked back at Anna, a cold grin coming over his hard face, and Anna knew she had gone too far.

"See that ass out there?" he said in a silky voice. "I'm gonna pretend you're it. Now get over here and pull up your robe!"

"The hell you say!" Anna snapped back. "You think you can fuck me just like that?"

"I know I can fuck you just like that!" Max replied. "Now get your ass in front of me and bend over. I want something for old Fred here to do while I watch that gorgeous little cunt across the street."

Anna was icy with rage. "You think you can use me like…"

"Like a piece of furniture," Max cut in. "Now are you coming over here or do I have to drag you?" He was growing angry, too, his heavy features reddening and his eyes glittering hotly in their deep-set sockets. The two of them stood, rigid, glaring at one another.

"You've gotten too big for your britches lately, Anna," Max said quietly, his voice cold and deadly. "I can't permit that. Now… you know what I can do… if you make me… So get your ass over here…

NOW!" The last words were shouted. Anna's gaze faltered, then dropped, and she moved slowly over in front of Max, her face working with repressed anger, but doing as he ordered.

"Wait a moment," Max said, and dragged a heavy table over in front of the window. "Now lie down on your belly," he ordered. Knowing what he wanted, Anna placed the upper part of her body on the table, her feet still on the floor. She gripped the sides of the table with her hands, knowing she'd need the leverage if she wasn't to be pushed off onto the floor.

"Okay, sweetheart, now let's see what kind of a substitute you make,"

Max said. With one hand he pulled the back of Anna's robe up, baring her buttocks. The lovely satiny half-moons lay naked before his devouring gaze and Max ran his hand eagerly over their rounded fullness, reaching between Anna's partly spread thighs to pull cruelly at her silky brown pubic hair. She jerked at his touch.

"I wonder if she's a real blonde," Max muttered, looking up from Anna's lewdly bared buttocks to survey the girl across the street. "I'm sure as hell going to find out," he vowed, and wasting no more time, he hastily unzipped his pants and reaching inside, pulled his painfully throbbing cock out into the open.

"Okay, Fred, it's lunchtime," he fondly said down to the swollen, blueveined rod that jutted out of his trousers, ringed by a fringe of woolly pubic hair. "Come on, bitch, open up!" he ordered Anna, prying her thighs apart with his hands when she hesitated. For the moment Max forgot his blonde obsession as he stared hungrily down at Anna's helplessly exposed genitals. Her full fleshy outer cuntal lips pouted from between her long sleek thighs, half-hidden under their smoky veil of pussy-hair, but he could vaguely make out the pink gleam of her inner slit beneath. Reaching down, he brushed the soft curly tendrils aside, and then brutally rammed one hard finger in between the softly swelling lips, feeling it grow wet with Anna's ever-ready vaginal juices. Christ! Get a cock near this broad and she starts dripping, Max marveled. Which was a good thing, because he rarely took the time to prepare her for the sudden invasion of his huge, rock-hard penis. At that very moment, the only thing that held him back from ramming the aching staff he was slowly massaging, up into the lovely body before him was the concern that too much haste might hurt his tender foreskin.

With that in mind, Max moved the bloated, purplish tip of his massive organ forward, using his hand to work it up into Anna's hot wet slit, watching in fascination as its blunt end pushed aside the spongy outer lips, making room for its engorged bulk.

"Mmmmmmmm, baby," Max moaned, shutting his eyes and imagining that it was the blonde whose hot cuntal flesh felt so soft and slick under his touch. He reached down and began to press hard against Anna's clitoris, feeling the tender little button throb under his careless finger.

He felt a long shuddering quiver ripple through Anna's body, but he couldn't have cared less how what he was doing felt to her. What he was trying to do was get her good and wet so he could get into her tight muscular vagina easier.

Gratified, he felt fresh juices gush out of the trapped woman's vagina and coat his probing finger with their slick wetness. Max quickly worked his bulbous cock-head up and down Anna's rapidly moistening slit, coating its bullet-shaped head with her slippery secretions.

Teasingly he moved his ready probe higher, pressing it for a moment against the tiny brown pucker of Anna's rectum, feeling her body go rigid with fear. Max chuckled, remembering the time he had fucked her there. God, she squealed like a pig, he thought in amusement as he remembered how Anna had squirmed in agony below his invading cock, trying to escape from his iron grip. He was tempted to do it again, but knew he'd have to use all his strength to hold her down and that would distract his attention from the blonde.

Below, stretched out on the cold surface of the table, Anna was hating herself as she felt Max's hands and cock roaming at will between her subserviently open thighs. The son-of-a-bitch! she raged. One of these days I'm going to cut his heart out! But she knew she wouldn't do it.

No, not even that would break the hold he had over her. As much as she despised him, time and time again she would have to let this hated man defile her helpless body. A groan of self-loathing escaped from her tightly clamped lips as she felt a bolt of white hot feeling shoot up from her mauled clitoris as Max's hard finger dug into its tender sense-buds. What she hated most was the way her treacherous body reacted independently of her mind, finding pleasure in the disgusting things this half-animal did to it. If I just had the will-power to lie here and pretend it wasn't happening, the prone young woman thought in despair. But no! Already she could feel the hot wetness of her copiously reacting sex juices flowing between her thighs, making her vagina ready for the crude violation that was certain to come. Her genitals burned with an electric heat as Max's rough fondling kindled their inner fires.

"Unnnnnhhhhh," Anna grunted as she felt Max's cock-head suddenly slam up into her only partially ready vagina. A bolt of sharp pain made her try to twist away from the brutal invasion of her tender inner passage, but Max's powerful hands easily held her down.

Unable to hold himself back any longer, Max had lined up his bulging cock-head with the pink-petaled fleshy opening of his captive's vaginal hole and then driven his hips brutally forward, ramming the rigid fleshy pole up into the surprised woman's futilely squirming body. It took several hard, powerful thrusts to do it, but eventually Max's rubbery cock was buried all the way up to the hilt in Anna's body, his pubic hair brushing obscenely against her tightly puckered asshole.

Taking one last look at the way the thick stump of his penis jutted back out from between Anna's swollen cuntal lips, Max picked up the binoculars and once again began to examine the crouching girl across the street.

"Oooohhh, you tender little cunt…" he moaned as he began to slowly fuck in and out of Anna's vagina, "I'm gonna throw it to you just like this." And he continued to look at the tight white shorts stretched over the girl's buttocks as she knelt, imagining it was her he was sliding his cock into. One big hand resting on Anna's quivering buttocks below, kneading the firmly rounded globes with his fingers, savoring the creamy feel of the skin, leaving angry red marks behind when he dug in too far.

Oh, the bastard! What a cock! Anna moaned to herself in despair as she felt Max's huge meaty shaft slithering in and out of her overfilled cunt, stretching her, opening up her insides with its relentless advance. She cursed the way her body reacted to her tormentor's undeniably big organ, but there seemed to be nothing she could do about it--except for the time he had taken her in the asshole, and the pain had been so bad that the only thing she'd wanted to do was get away.

There was pain now, too, but already it was changing to an enfeebling pleasure as her vaginal opening widened to admit Max's ruthlessly plunging member. He was in deeper now, and as Anna felt the rubbery tip of his cock shoved hard against the sensitive opening of her cervix, the last of Anna's will-power faded.

"Ooooohhhh" she moaned, embarrassed to hear sounds of pleasure coming from her throat. She fought to hold herself back, but another of Max's deep thrusts pounded up into her quivering belly, weakening the last of Anna's resolve. Her fingers gripped the edge of the table and she raised her ass off the cold hard surface, making it easier for Max to gain entrance to her now voraciously churning pussy.

"That's the way, you blonde cunt," Max was saying, oblivious to Anna's presence as he avidly watched the distant girl through his binoculars-sensing the hot, wet, cuntal flesh wrapped so satisfyingly around his shuddering cock, but preferring to imagine blonde pubic hair there, rather than Anna's silky dark strands.

Doubly humiliated, Anna gritted her teeth as she lay on the hard table, her head twisted sideways, dark hair spilling over her face, obscuring her features. I hope he gets it over with soon, she said to herself, then the further thought crept treacherously into her mind--as soon as I cum!

Knowing that right now she was only a convenient vagina to the man fucking into her compliant body while he fantasized what he was going to do to the girl across the street added new dimensions to Anna's hatred, a hatred that grew with every moment's realization that she was enjoying what Max was doing to her. At least I can be quiet, Anna thought despairingly and bit her lip to stifle the moans of pleasure that Max's deep thrusts were tearing out of her body. Beyond her control now, a powerful orgasm was beginning to build in the humiliatingly sprawled young woman's genitals and she stiffened her body to withstand its assault.

From above Max could sense Anna's quickening responses. He slid his fingers down the cunt-slippery shaft of his relentlessly drumming cock as it slid in and out of Anna's gushing pussy-hole, probing at her hot swollen inner cunt-flesh with his finger tipsy discovering how much her formerly tightly clenched vaginal opening had flowered to admit his probing manhood. Keeping the binoculars fastened on the stranger across the street, he imagined it was her tender young body he was fondling, and as he thought it, he could feel his own orgasm on the way.

"Oh, Christ," he said as his balls began to harden and draw up into his body. He slit his hand madly over Anna's naked twitching buttocks, brutally fondling the smooth hot flesh. Just as he felt the first hot rush of his sperm, he impulsively rammed the tip of one finger up inside the excited woman's rectum, as far as it would go.

Anna's whole body jerked under this new assault, and her fingernails scraped across the table's hard surface. She was already trembling on the brink of orgasm, and Max's finger in her ass, in addition to the wildly stimulating feel of his thick semen rifling in hot rushes up into her womb, touched off a white-hot explosion in the helplessly excites young woman's ravished body.

"Aaaaaahhhhh," she choked out, forgetting that she wanted to keep silent. Her pelvis began to work madly up and down, slamming her hips down against the table, pushing her cunt back against Max's relentlessly thrusting loins. Her vaginal muscles worked spasmodically, clutching desperately at Max's thick spouting shaft, forcing their combined cum back out around the jerking member in a heavy spray which gushed over the edge of the table and soaked the front of Max's pants.

"Hot little bitch," Max managed to grit from between clenched teeth as he hung onto Anna's twitching buttocks with one hand. The scene through the binoculars was misty, but he clung tenaciously to the image of the crouching young blonde as he emptied the last of his balls into Anna's churning cunt.

Totally exhausted by the intensity of her orgasm, Anna was lying limp upon the table, and when Max looked down as he withdrew his fastshrinking cock from Anna's dripping cunt, he was mildly surprised to see her dark, cum-dripping pubic hair--he had half-expected that it would be blonde.

"Okay, babe," he said matter-of-factly. "You've done your usual gushy job. Now, for Christ's sake, get me something to wipe this gunk off my pants," and he looked down disgustedly at the thick wet smear that covered his fly and dripped from the end of his cock.

Awakened from her post-coital reverie by Max's crude words, Anna slid off the table standing on shaky legs, and quickly covered her naked loins with her robe. She hated to be this way in front of Max-flushed, disoriented, breathing heavily and raggedly, so she made no resistance to his order for a wash-cloth and went to get him one, glad to be alone. When she returned, her breathing was under control and her usual cool, bored manner had returned.

"Christ, what a mess," Max muttered as he scrubbed at the front of his pants. "I never saw a woman make such a mess."

"At least half of that stuff is yours," Anna remarked dryly. "I hate the thought of it being up inside me.

"Come on, don't give me that shit. Hell, you loved it. You don't think I heard you panting and moaning while I was throwing it to you!!"

"A mere bodily reflex," Anna said in irritation, smarting under his words. They were too true.

"Bullshit," Max replied crudely. "You're the biggest cockhound I ever met. Get a hard prick near you and you start salivating. You'd fuck anything. Hell, if the offer was made, you'd fuck a dog."

"I just did," Anna said with loathing.

There was a moment's silence while Max's face reddened with anger.

"Why, you arrogant slut," he growled, taking a step toward Anna! His heavy hand raised as if he were going to strike her. Anna flinched inwardly but stood her ground, glaring coldly back at Max. They stood that way for several moments, then Max's hand dropped slowly to his side. For the first time Anna realized that Max had never actually struck her. All the violence he'd made on her had been connected with sex. The hold he had over her forced her to obey him, and what he seemed to want most was her subservience and humiliation. But they both avoided direct violence, perhaps sensing that the delicate, perverted web of their forced relationship would come apart the instant he hit her, and not even Anna wanted that. As much as she hated her situation, it was a known world, and without its routines, as humiliating as they were, there might be no way to hold back the ultimate disaster she feared.

"You gotta big mouth," Max growled. Anna made no reply this time--just stood sullenly, watching Max finish cleaning the front of his trousers.

"Okay," he said. "Get some clothes on. We're gonna go meet our new neighbors."

"You think that's smart?" Anna asked. "Maybe it would be better if you just kind of sneaked up on them slowly."

"We'll do it my way," he snapped back. "I said I was gonna get into that little cunt, and I meant it. We gotta have a plan of operation-like a battle plan. And any good general will tell you the most important thing is to have good intelligence. So we're gonna go out and gather intelligence--a reconnaissance mission. But we can't do it with your bare ass waving all over the street, so get dressed."

"Why do I have to go?" Anna asked.

"Because you make good cover," he replied. "If we go as a couple, they'll react to us as a couple. If I go alone, there'll be a natural guard up."

Anna took her time getting ready, happy to have the chance to make Max fume. She took a quick shower, saying she could hardly go out to meet his intended smelling like a rutting sow. Then she dressed slowly, smiling inwardly at Max's impatience to be off to the hunt. But she caught herself choosing her clothes with care, picking the sexiest ones, and she became amused at herself. Who's doing the hunting? she asked herself, thinking of the handsome young husband. Or was it only the husband? Her mind returned to the innocent blonde seductiveness of the young wife, dressed in her too-revealing shorts and halter.

"Hey, not bad," Max leered when she was ready. "You're gonna blow that dude's mind so much he won't even notice I'm there." Anna had finally settled on her most simple outfit as the most effective. It was a thin summery dress, almost a shift, short-skirted to show off her elegant legs with the soft material clinging seductively to her hips and belly.

The low-cut top left no doubt that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her heavy breasts shifted and jiggled with each move and her nipples raised dimples in the flimsy material. Maybe it will get hint, she thought. I might as well have some fan, too.

Max and Anna went out into the street. The moving van was empty, all the furniture and boxes were in the house. The workmen were closing the big doors of their van and one was presenting the young husband with papers to sign. The blonde girl was sitting wearily on the front steps, and through the open door behind her could be seen a litter of packing material and half-emptied boxes.

"Hi," Max said heartily, holding out his hand and walking up to the young man as soon as the workmen had driven the truck away. "My name's Max Flaherty, and this is my, uhhh, niece, Anna Collins. Looks like we're gonna be neighbors. We live just across the street."

The young man shook hands with Max and nodded to Anna. "Glad to meet you," he said to Max, but his eyes kept returning to Anna. "I'm Jack Hollister and this is my wife, Pam." The young blonde had gotten up as soon as she saw Max and Anna approaching, and she joined the ritual agony of introductions by stiffly shaking hands with the newcomers.

Anna was watching for Max to do something boorish, but he behaved well enough, confining himself to one quick glance down into Pam's cleavage as she shook his hand. Deciding to enjoy herself, Anna moved as seductively as she knew how, amused by the way Jack Hollister's eyes followed her body.

"I'm sorry the place is such a mess," Pam was saying inanely, as if it could be anything else on moving day. "Won't you come in," she asked.

"I've already unpacked some of the glasses and right now I'd certainly love a drink." She looked questioningly over at her husband, as if awaiting his approval, but his eyes were still on Anna. The young blonde's eyes clouded a moment, but she seemed to shrug off her husband's new interest as something inevitable.

"Well, we don't want to bother you just when you're moving in," Max said unconvincingly, darting another glance at the lush valley between Pam's breasts.

"Oh, please come in," she said and then blushed a little. "It's the first house of our very own and we'd like you to be our guests."

How touching, Anna thought. A genuine little housewife. And bored. Her sharp eyes had taken in several signs of the deadly tedium that often invades modern urban marriages. Jack's eyes boldly on her body and Pam's dogged acceptance of it told at least part of a story, and Anna became interested in learning more. Although the other woman's lifestyle was obviously light years away from her own, Anna instantly liked her. Under what seemed at first a scatter-brained and easily dominated personality, Anna sensed in Pam a native intelligence ant sense of humor, buried now beneath an almost humorous innocence. Anna guessed Pam's age at twenty-two or twenty-three.

Pam led the way into the house, picking her way between piles of boxes.

Max walked along behind her, feeling the blood pound in his veins as he watched the young blonde's scantily clad buttocks sway and jiggle with each step. Someday soon, he promised himself. Jack had positioned himself behind Anna, and knowing his eyes were undoubtedly on her body, she used her practiced seductiveness to make her own hips perform a sensuous dance under the clinging material that drew attention to them as it slid clingingly over the near-naked flesh beneath.

Drinks were brought, and after the first few sips, tongues loosened.

"What line you in?" Max asked Jack.

"I work in a brokerage house downtown," the young man replied.

"Assistant vice-president."

"Damn good job," Max said, seemingly impressed. "Which company?" When Jack told him, he whistled in surprise. "One of the biggest in town," he said.

"What do you do?" Jack asked.

"Oh, I'm kind of retired," Max replied vaguely. "Made a little a few years ago and now I just sit and enjoy life. Kind of boring sometimes, so I try to find ways to liven it up."

"Did you say Miss Collins is your nieces' "Uhhh, yeah," Max replied, remembering his earlier cover story barely in time. "Her folks died and I took her in until she could get on her own feet." A look of sudden inspiration came over his heavy features.

"Say!" he salt. "Maybe you could help, being so high up with your company and all. You think you could help Anna get a job there?"

Anna looked over at him in surprise. The last thing she wanted right now was to have a job. Putting up with what Max demanded of her was work enough, and she hated the thought of giving up her leisure. But she was curious enough to find out what Max had on his usually scheming mind to hold her peace and see what developed. She could always back out at the last minute.

Jack took the bait. As soon as he'd seen Anna he'd wanted her.

Engrossed by the lovely seductiveness of her artfully exposed body, he hardly knew what Max looked like--he had only eyes for her. She isn't wearing a bra, he thought excitedly, amazed at the way her breasts retained their shape, standing out from her body firm and full. They jiggled but they didn't sag. He forgot for the moment that his wife was at least as beautiful. She was familiar to him by now, and Anna was unexplored territory. The thought of having her in the office, under obligation to him, began to look appealing.

"I'll see what I can do," he replied. "Why don't you come into the office tomorrow, Anna, and I'll introduce you to the big boss."

Anna shrugged. What can it hurt, she thought… other than this guy's wife. She caught Pam's eyes on her, but when she turned to the girl she had already looked away. She knows who's going on, Anna thought guiltily, and determined not to let things get out of hand. She had to do what Max demanded, but she hated the thought of hurting innocent people, if there were any such thing. On closer inspection, Anna began to revise her opinion of Pam. What had first seemed to her to be simpleness could just as easily be explained as resignation and confusion. From the looks the young wife cast toward her husband, she was painfully in love with him. He was handsome enough, Anna thought, but there was a certain weakness that showed at times in his face-something about his mouth and eyes. There's trouble here, she thought.

When Pam went into the kitchen to mix more drinks, Anna followed her.

"Excited about your house?" she asked.

"Oh, yes," Pam replied, suddenly animated. "I've always wanted a place of my own, but I never thought it'd be as nice as this."

"Pretty fancy," Anna agreed, looking around at the large, well-equipped kitchen. "But from the sound of your husband's job, I guess he can afford it."

Pam's face clouded over again. "Yes, he makes plenty of money," she said sadly. "But there's so much pressure he doesn't have much time left over for anything else. I don't know how much the house can mean to him--he's either at the office or sleeping." Pam suddenly flushed.

"I'm sorry," she said quickly. "I invited you here for drinks, not to hear our problems "

"I know all about them, Pam," Anna said with a warm laugh. "I, too, was married to a career, way back there somewhere. It was rough."

"What happened?" Pam asked, her blue eyes large and curious.

"We got divorced. What else?" Anna said bluntly, and then regretted it as she saw consternation in Pam's eyes. "But it doesn't have to be that way," she added quickly. "We were wrong for one another from the start.

One of those stupid impulse marriages."

"Oh," was all Pam could say. Anna felt a warm rush of affection for the younger girl and impulsively put her arm around her and squeezed. A radiant smile lit up Pam's face and she gave a brief answering squeeze before moving away, a little embarrassed. My God, she's healthful, Anna thought. Pam's hair was a bright shining gold, making her blue eyes all the more noticeable. Her skin was rosy and clear, shining with health, and her deep red lips were full and sensuous for a blonde, framing small perfect teeth. Once again Anna began to understand Max's fascination with the girl and she herself wondered how Pam would look naked. She determined to do her best to keep Max from damaging her too much.

"Well, you people look tired," Anna said when she and Pam came back into the living room. "I think we'd better drink up and go." Max shot her an irritated look but she refused to notice. There were good-byes at the front door and then she and Max were crossing the street to their own house.

"What the hell did you think you were doing, telling me when it's time to go home," Max asked her angrily as soon as they were inside the front door. "I decide what the strategy's going to be. Hell, I was really making tracks in there."

"Yeah, like an elephant," she replied. "I thought your eyes were going to pop right out of your head and fall down in between Pam's tits."

"Who the hell was going to notice. Hubby was following you around like a dog. Shit, he wouldn't have noticed if I'd fucked that luscious little broad right there."

"Well, she sure as hell noticed. She was edging away from you every time you got near, but that's easy to understand, the way you were slobbering. That's a nice kid, too nice for whatever you have in mind."

"You know Goddamned well what I have in mind," he replied with a leer.

"I'm gonna fuck that little jewel, and after our visit, I don't think it's gonna be too hard."

"Oh, you just think old irresistible Max Flaherty can entice any lovely young newlywed into his arms. Don't you realize she's madly in love with her husband?"

"Yeah, and that's the key. He's the weak spot. Hell, didn't you notice the tension between them? They've got troubles, and I'm willing to bet those troubles start in the bedroom."

"That's nothing new. With you, all troubles start in the bedroom."

"Sticks and stones," Max mocked. "I'm in too good a mood for you to be able to piss me off. I'm sure I'm gonna get a hunk of that gorgeous blonde tail, and more than once. When you turn on somebody like that, there's no turning them off. Hell, she's horny… I just know it!"

Anna's silence was a confirmation of Max's theory. She, too, had noticed it. There was more to Pam's obvious discomfort than just loneliness. Hubby put his soul into his work, probably neglecting his young wife. No, there's more to it than that, she mused to herself. The way Pam had accepted it when Jack had been so obviously interested in her, another woman, was the clue. Maybe she's frigid! Anna thought with sudden insight, or something close to it. Wouldn't that be a joke on Max. But he thought differently, and he was seldom wrong in such matters. Max had a built-in radar for detecting frustrated women.

But there's something wrong there, Anna thought to herself. And I bet I get pulled right into the middle of it!

"Hey, what was that shit about my getting a job?" she asked suddenly.

"That's part of the plan," Max said smugly. "Hell, that's the whole plan. I saw that guy looking at you. You were smart to put on those clothes. You'll have him eating out of your hand in no time, and with him out of the way, it'll be clear sailing for me right into Pam's snug little harbor."

"Oh, no," Anna exclaimed. "You can't make me do that! I'm not going to do anything to fuck up anybody's marriage."

"Oh, yes, you are," Max said coldly. "What the hell did you dress up for that way if you didn't have the same thing in mind?" Anna bit her lip, cursing herself for being a fool. "You're gonna move your ass into junior's office and stick it in his face, until he'll do anything to fuck you. Then the rest is mine. You understand?"

"I won't do it!" Anna said flatly. "I like that girl. The husband you can have. Just another hungry hunting cock, like all the rest. You can do all the foul things you want to my body--that's part of our agreement--but you can't use me to hurt other people."

Max moved close to Anna, taking her shoulders in his big meaty hands.

He squeezed, making her flinch with pain despite herself.

"You'll do anything I say," he snarled, his eyes only inches away from her own. "That's our real agreement. I've kept my part, now you keep yours."

"And how long is all this going to go on? When will I be free of you and all the shit you send my way?"

"When I decide, and maybe that'll be when I die of old age."

"Some people die from accidents," Anna gritted out, her eyes burning with hate.

Max shook her, making her head snap back and forth. "You know better than that," he snarled. "Anything happens to me and those letters get mailed automatically. You know what would happen then, don't you?" Anna was still glaring defiantly up at him.

"Don't you?" he shouted, shaking her again.

Anna seemed to shrink under his gaze. The hatred faded from her eyes, replaced by a dull despair. She nodded her head feebly.

"That's a good girl," Max purred sarcastically. "You love your old Dad too much to take chances, don't you? It's very touching to see such a devoted daughter…" his voice took on menace, "who knows her Daddy's welfare rests on her… and on what she does or doesn't do."

"You pig," Anna whispered.

"Sticks and stones," Max answered mildly. "But you will do it, won't you? You'll go down to that big brokerage house and sweet-talk junior into finding you a job. And then you'll wiggle your asset until he can't help but stick something in it… right?"

"Right," Anna murmured.

"Attsa good girl," Max said with false good will. "And you know what?" he added.

"What?" Anna asked dully.

"We're gonna have a lot of fun, you and me," Max smiled happily.

"We're gonna have a hellion lot of fun."

Across the street, Jack and Pam Hollister were getting ready for bed.

Jack was already under the covers… naked… looking appraisingly at his wife as she undressed. Pretty good, he thought to himself, admiring the sleek rosy loveliness of her body as she stood naked a moment before getting into bed. The overhead light threw deep shadows under her full, taut breasts, where they thrust out from her ribs, making them look even larger than they were. In fact, damn good!

But Jack's thoughts were with Anna, and the way her scanty dress had clung seductively to her body. His interest in his wife at the moment was to compare her to what he hoped Anna would look like naked. He experienced a slight shock when Pam turned around and he caught sight of her silky blonde pubic hair, nestled in a perfect vee where her slender milky thighs molded into her slightly swelling lower belly.

Anna's pussy hair'll be dark, he told himself. Dark and thick. What a break she needs a job. I'll get her into the office some way, and after that, it'll only be a matter of time. I saw the way she was looking at me!

As Pam slid into bed next to him, Jack's hand automatically found its way to her belly and began to slide lower, towards her softly inviting pubic hair.

I'll pretend it's Anna, Jack thought.

"Oh, not tonight, please," Pam said quietly. "I'm too exhausted from moving."