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Chapter 13

What happened next was a call from Tom Leonard inviting her to an orgy the following night.

The call came right after she returned from her luncheon with Ruth. She had just congratulated herself on the fact that for the moment at least everything was stabilized. She had dealt with the problems of Mike and Joe and even Patty. The teen-ager had promised to say nothing and to meet her after school one day during the week.

She had put the thought of Tom Leonard aside, thinking that be might have at least temporarily forgotten about her. Or that he had been satisfied with his sex encounter that morning and would not bother her for a while. To her dismay he had not only not forgotten, be had been very busy arranging another sex party. And this one was with his friends as well as himself.

"I can't do that Tom," Mara protested. "Look I am not a prostitute. Okay you have those pictures or those negatives or whatever you have. But I am not going to be your handy little concubine. You had your shot at me and that's it."

"Now look, Mara, let's not fly off the handle," Tom Leonard said affably. "All I'm suggesting is-"

"All you're suggesting is that you pass me around like some damn club whore. Well forget it. I'm not doing it. The job here isn't worth it… I just won't come and that's that."

He paused. "Not even if I give you the negatives when you arrive here and my solemn promise that this is the final thing I'll ask of you?"

She pondered this. "You'll give me the negatives? All of them?"

"All of them. I promise. And after that I won't bother you. Unless you approach me. But it's important that you attend this thing. Two of the guys are men who want to finance a publishing company project I've been negotiating for some time. A company that would produce textbooks for schools and I'd be the top editor and get a healthy chunk of stock."

"I don't know," she said. She did not trust the bastard. He would use her for anything that would benefit him. The hell with what it would do to her.

Her attitude angered him now. "Look, take it or leave it. You will get the negatives and my word. If you come. If you don't, then I'll send some new prints of those lovely pictures of you sucking Ruthie's hot little cunt to the school principal and every member of the board of education the following morning. Take your pick Mara baby."

She sighed. She had to take a chance, Maybe he was telling the truth. "Give me the address," she said wearily.

The next evening she arrived at a penthouse on Wilshire Boulevard near Westwood, the kind of high-rise luxurious pad that a rich executive might take to swing in. In this instance the executive was the head of one of the country's leading insurance companies, a man who had known Leonard's older brother in the army and who was in a position to lend Leonard exorbitant sums at low interest.

The place had eight rooms and enough expensive furniture to outfit a dozen smaller apartments. It also had six men and three other girls. The sexual festivities began almost as soon as she arrived. She had barely finished her first drink when the insurance man began to order every one to pair off. Since there were only four women, Leonard and another friend had to wait their turn.

The insurance millionaire picked Mara as his first lay of the evening and the Eurasian girl complied after making sure that Leonard gave her the negatives.

"Just a moment," she said peremptorily as she put the negatives in a self-addressed stamped envelope. She marched outside to the mail chute in the hall and then dropped it in. When she came back she told Neil Ransman, the insurance tycoon, that she was ready. To Leonard she said simply:

"If you threaten me again after tonight or send any other prints around, I'll kill you." She said it simply, without emotion. But Leonard blanched and nodded as he got the message.

A moment later she was lying on a damask-covered round bed in the first bedroom down a long corridor. Neil, a tall exuberant man, immediately took off his clothes and began to make love to her. She did not object too much at first. He began by licking her breasts which she always enjoyed anyway. It was his penis that bothered her. The insurance man's organ had an enormous head on it and what seemed like a series of knots or bumps in it.

When he spread Mara's thighs and licked her pussy to lubricate it properly, she had lain back with her hands folded behind her head. She decided it would be a simple act of cunnilingus in which the man worked up his appetite by sucking her pussy and then putting his peter in. But when he actually inserted his member it was so big that she could not believe it. The enormous sex organ seemed to fill her genital cavity, swelling up like a balloon in it, to fill every inch and to seemingly expand the walls of her vagina.

"Does it hurt baby?" Neil asked solicitously. "I have a tough time finding pussy in New York because most girls are afraid of my cock."

"No no it feels good," she said honestly. "But I was afraid of those bumps I have to admit."

"They're just natural bumps," Neil explained. "But they do scare a lot of girls. I was really eager to fuck you honey after seeing your photo. Tom showed it to me yesterday and I went up the wall. You got a gorgeous cunt you know that? But I thought it such a waste of time to have that other girl licking it. My tongue's much more expert."

Mara blushed. Leonard had shown the pictures of her and Ruth to his friends. How many others had seen them, she wondered?

For a few moments she lay back and reveled in the expert pumping of Neil's stiff organ, thinking that it wasn't too bad. She would let him climax, satisfy him and then plead a headache and leave. After all it was Neil that Tom was most concerned with, though the insurance man had made a comment that his West Coast vice president Harry Banner wanted to lay her next.

But what happened later completely took her by surprise. As Neil was on the last lap of sexual intercourse with her. Harry came in and began to suck her breasts. Then Tom came in and put his member in her mouth. There was no questioning, no conversation. As she kept bouncing up and down on the mattress. Banner simply glommed on to her breast and began to suck furiously. Then Tom stuck his penis half way down her throat.

After that there were a succession of men and women who climbed into bed with her. It was Mara's first experience with an orgy and it completely bamboozled her. She did not know what was going to happen to her next.

At one point a young redhead put her pussy over Mara's face and began to rock back and forth, robbing her moist vulva that reeked of a heavy perfume over the Eurasian girl's mouth. She was forced to suck Tom Leonard's penis. At the same time, one man sucked her right breast while a second greedily licked her left one. Then, when she turned around to suck Neil's bumpy sex organ, Harry Banner shoved his stiff penis into her anus, thrusting into it without any warning. All of it happened swiftly.

She had barely time to breathe and even to move. It seemed as if every part of her body was being enjoyed by either a man of a woman or several at the same time. At first she was frightened at the plethora of sexual stimuli, the fingers groping at her breasts and pussy and buttocks. She was afraid the profusion of sex organs thrust on her at all turns would hurt her. Then she found it terribly exhilarating and very enjoyable.

It was as if her body had been electrified by a sudden spurt of electric current. All her senses were tingling with enjoyment. Her pussy was aroused by a rapid succession of tongues that worked their way in arid out of her vagina canal. Somehow a finger worked its way into her anal cavity and excited her there. The nipples of her breasts were stiffened and pleasured by other hands and mouths.

Even the rocking pussy of the redhead proved exciting. As she felt the girl's vulva press down on her mouth, the smell of a scent she recognized as Chanel Number Five filled her nostrils and she was filled with a new olfactory as well as tactile sensation.

All the while a loud high fidelity speaker system continued to blare forth a variety of rock and country music. Banner told her, as she sucked his penis, that the music was designed to keep their sexual passions aroused. He informed her that they had tried the same experiment in other cities and that it worked marvelously. The men were obviously delighted with her and Tom was especially grateful because he would have the promised loan from Neil and Harry.

For two hours she enjoyed the orgy but finally it began to wear her down. The other participants seemed to have an endless front of energy and Banner and Ransman in particular seemed to be able to go on forever.

After she had submitted to all of them, Mara grabbed her clothes and ducked into one of the large bathrooms. A few minutes later she slipped out without any difficulty. In the circus-like atmosphere of the orgy with music blaring and men and women filing in and out of bedrooms, no one seemed to be interested in counting noses.

She was anxious to get home for another reason. Her excuse to the jealous Ruth had not gone down too well. Ruth had listened to her story that she had to meet a friend flying across country at the Los Angeles airport and have dinner with her. But Mara knew Ruth too well not to notice the strong suspicion in her voice and especially in her eyes.

"How come you didn't tell me about this woman coming in yesterday," Ruth demanded in a sulky tone.

"She just cabled me at the last minute, darling," Mara said, making something up. "How could I warn you ahead of time?"

"Where's the cable," Ruth asked firmly. "I think you're meeting that bastard Mike or someone else."

Mara insisted that she had destroyed the cable but that she remained loyal. Still, not till Mara swore that she would meet Ruth at her apartment after the dinner with her traveling friend did the teacher seem placated. Even then she demanded that Mara give her an extra key to her flat.

Ruth was already fuming when she got to her apartment a little after ten. Why had Mara been so long she asked in an angry tone? She was supposed to have met the woman at five-thirty. Why did the dinner take several hours? And why did Mara look so completely worn out? Her face was all flushed, her hair was awry and her finger nail polish was coming off.

"You went to a motel and made love to her, didn't you?" Ruth said accusingly.

"Good lord no. I swear I didn't. It was just so hectic at the airport, homecoming crowds, people jostling etc. that's all."

She took Ruth into her arms and kissed her warmly and a moment later led her into the bedroom. Slowly she began to strip the teacher. As she took off each nylon, she bent down and ran her lips over the woman's thighs. Then she let her lips roam upward toward Ruth's pussy. The older woman drew her breath in sharply.

"Oh your tongue is exquisite darling! I've been so lonely for you that I could barely endure it here alone. I haven't been able to think of anything but making love to you."

"Me too darling," Mara said soothingly, sensing Ruth's need to be cajoled.

"I get so jealous sometimes when you're late," Ruth said, "that I want to go out and strangle whoever's with you. I can't help it. I'm terribly possessive I can't help it." She grinned ruefully. "Can you understand me?"

Mara kissed her and embraced her again. She was about to say something else when the doorbell began to ring furiously.

"Who on earth is that?" Ruth said. "It's after eleven."

"I don't know. Probably some mistake," Mara said.

She tried to ignore the rings but then they were succeeded by an endless series of loud knocks. Finally, getting up from the bed and putting on her robe, Mara answered the door. As soon as she did, Tom Leonard, Neil Ransom and Harry Banner rushed through the door. Mara wanted to kick herself for not putting the chain up.

"Hey what happened to you," Neil said drunkenly. "All of a sudden you just walked out… And we'd just begun… Came to get you because we're all flying to Las Vegas in my private plane. Everybody's waiting outside. We gotta keep the party going."

Mara stared at them in horror as they opened the door and let in the others. They were all crocked: Tom Leonard, the three other men and the three other women.

"Hey baby we can eat each other on the plane again," the red-headed girl yelled out merrily. "Let's go."

In the wall mirror Mara saw the bedroom open a crack and caught a quick flash of Ruth Peter's face. She had seen and heard everything before closing the door quietly.

"I'm sorry," Mara said, pushing them all out into the hall. "But I'm exhausted and I can't move."

"Don't have to move," Harry yelled. "I'll do all the moving you need inside your lovely pussy. And if you need more motion, we got plenty of others to help. Come on honey."

It took several minutes before she could convince them to leave and then chain and bolt the door. She had just finished the job with a long sigh of relief when the bedroom door opened and Ruth Peter, fully dressed and obviously in a towering rage, emerged.

"So you had a hectic time at the airport," Ruth raged. "What did you do screw everybody in the flight lounge?"

"Ruth listen," Mara began. "Let me explain for heaven's sakes."

"Let me out of here, you faithless little bitch," Ruth fumed. "I don't want to see you or talk to you ever."

"Ruth you've got to listen to me," Mara cried. "I had to do it. Tom Leonard was blackmailing me. Us! It was even worse than what Mike had on us and he was going to show it to everyone."

Ruth stopped and listened as Mara poured out the entire story.

"Is that all of it?" Ruth asked quietly.

"No. There's more. I've spared you the details but you might as well know the rest."

Slowly Mara proceeded to tell her what had occurred with Joe Mills and Patty O'Hare.

Ruth listened quietly and then getting up grabbed a vase full of flowers and smashed it on the floor.

"So you've been putting out for every bastard and bitch who came near you."

"What else could I do? I was protecting you. As well as me," Mara said. "It was horrible. The worst ordeal I ever went through!'

"Was it?" Ruth said in her usual sulking tone. "You sure you didn't enjoy having Patty lick your coot or Joe Mills putting his elephant cock in you? Or that orgy!"

"Of course not," Mara yelled. "What a stupid idea." Ruth looked at her as if she did not believe at word she said.

"I think I'd better go home now. I-I'm in no mood to talk or do anything."

"I thought we could sleep together," Mara began uncertainly.

"I think you've had enough sex for one day," Ruth snapped. She unlocked the door, took off the chain and left slamming the door behind her. An hour later she phoned to apologize. "Bear with me sweet. I'm terribly jealous. I just need time to get over it or I'll break." All that week Ruth barely communicated with her except in a formal manner. And she pleaded special evening chores that would preclude their having dinner together.

It was another week before Ruth thawed sufficiently to invite her to take a trip to Palm Springs for the Easter holidays. When they got back three days later, it was to find that the old principal was gone, transferred to another school and that in her place was a large, aggressive, domineering woman named Allegra Haskell. Ruth, who had liked the old principal, was chagrined.

Almost at once she decided she hated Allegra with a vehemence she could not control. Allegra not only insisted on daily staff meetings to discuss departmental projects but in addition installed a new system of bookkeeping and memos that involved a great deal of work for the department chiefs. After two weeks of this Ruth muttered that she was going to seek a transfer.

"But where would you go'!" Mara asked. "Jobs are hard to get. You know that!"

"I know that but I cannot stand her. Everything about her irritates me. Not only her bossiness, her lack of trust, her refusal to delegate authority. But her manner is damned impossible to take. She acts like she owns everybody in the building."

Mara realized that among the things that bothered her most was Allegra Haskell's attitude toward her. The new principal was always inviting Mara to come in and discuss the Far East with her and this had aroused Ruth's jealousy.

It was, an invitation Mara did not welcome. As with Patty O'Hare, she sensed that Allegra was a dyke, either active or a closet deviate. There was something mannish about her, something so unfeminine that Mara's sixth sense told her to be careful. The new principal did not, as had Ruth Peter, make obvious or leading remarks that would prove lesbian desires. And yet she did invite Mara into her office daily for long chats about Burma and Rangoon, about Asiatic music and dancing. Although the reason given was Allegra's preparation for a P.H.D. thesis, Mara was not convinced.

During each office visit, Allegra's eyes never left her body. They seemed to roam over its curves like a jeweler appraising a fine gem. Several times she would compliment Mara on the beauty of her clothes, her hair do, her accessories. And once when Allegra approached close to her she breathed in the scent from Mara's hair and said poetically that it had "the heavenly scent of fresh cedars' of Lebanon tinged with oil of cloves," and that Mara seemed to carry with her the "angelic quality of the folk of the bible!"

What disturbed Mara was the steadfastness of Allegra's gaze. A big-raw-boned woman with a massive bosom, there was somehow something almost Rabelaisian about her. Mara looked at her, she had, despite Allegra's outward conservatism, a sense of vast appetites, sexual as well as gastronomical, all tightly reined in. She was not only formal with everyone, she dressed very conservatively in black, high necked dresses with her hair done in a chignon so that she appeared to be an abbess, fresh from her daily meditations.

For several weeks Mara felt relatively comfortable with her in their interviews but the private chats continued to infuriate Ruth Peter. The chairman of the English department made no effort to hide her rampant jealousy. She would talk about it endlessly to Mara, wanting to know if Allegra had made any passes at her, if she had said anything that proved she was a lesbian.

"She hasn't and she isn't gay," Mara repeated over and over again. But it was of little avail and she began to feel as if she were walking a tightrope. If she made one false move, Mara felt, Ruth would attack her bitterly. What would happen next she had no idea except that she feared Ruth Peter's jealousy more than anything. The tension finally became so great that she could hardly stand it and it was with great relief that she got a long newsy letter from Wendy.

Wendy was teaching at a private school near London and spoke with glowing nostalgia of their old love affair in Rangoon, of the easygoing life in Burma, of her hatred of the English climate and the English corseted personality.

"What I'd give to be back there with you, darling Mara," Wendy wrote, "snug in our little forest glen, with our own private warm clear pool to swim in naked, free of the stupid traffic, the personality dashes, the school politics that surround me. For two shillings I'd toss it all up and go back tomorrow for good. And if you came along I'd even make one shilling."

The letter affected Mara so deeply that she carried it around in her purse for days. It made her feel good, warm, aware of a time in her life when she was happy. And it changed her mood completely from moroseness to happiness. There was a new brisk spring in her step. The change was so great that even Ruth was impressed and Allegra commented on it. She flattered Mara with several compliments on her new clothes and asked her to lunch.

One afternoon a few days later, Allegra Haskell invited her to have dinner at her house. It was not so much an invitation as an order. Mara, who had just arranged to spend the evening with Ruth, was taken aback but tried gracefully to decline. Allegra's steel like voice told her it was urgent that she come.

"Frankly I am planning to recommend that some of our teachers be transferred or dropped," she said. "Their work has become sloppy. I need your opinion." When Mara tried again to back out, she said in a curt voice that maybe she was mistaken about Mara's interest in the school and her own job. The hint was unmistakably clear and Mara reluctantly agreed to come.

As she expected Ruth flew into a rage. She had planned a lavish dinner in her house and had bought special foods, wines and gifts. She demanded that Mara plead illness and get out of the date.

"I can't do that Ruth," Mara protested.

"You're going there to go to bed with her just as you have with that bitch Patty O'Hare and Mills and Leonard!" Ruth yelled at her in the privacy of her locked office.

No amount of placating talk mattered. Mara patiently insisted that she had broken with Mills, Patty and Leonard. She repeated her explanation that she had saved their jobs. It was useless. Ruth was insanely jealous. It was all she could do to escape from Ruth's office and the jealous woman's accusations. As she did, she knew she would have to break with Ruth. She had become insufferable.

Three hours later she realized, as her car neared the area of Allegra Haskell's apartment near the beach, that Ruth Peter was following her. Her efforts to hide her car behind the flow of traffic were so pitifully futile that Mara felt sorry for her. She was sorry but Ruth's childish ploys also made her angry. She hated to be followed and spied upon this way. It was the same silly tactic that Mike had used and she promised to have it out with Ruth later.

Allegra Haskell lived in a high-rise building that overlooked the sea. The view from her eighteenth floor terrace was breathtaking. They began their evening meal by having Mai Tais and staring at the beautiful sunset. Mara thought the Mai Tais were uncommonly strong but said nothing. Allegra talked gaily of plays and films she liked, of her travel and continued to refill Mara's tall glass as well as her own. There was no mention of food.

After a while Mara began to feel giddy and imagine she was seeing things. Was Allegra really on her knees now and kissing Mara's bare toes after removing her shoes? She could not be certain. Then she was aware that Allegra was lifting her skirt and running her fingers over her thighs. One of the principal's actions seemed so bizarre, she thought she must be dreaming it.

Allegra had a small silver scissors in her hand. She was spreading Mara's thighs and lowering the girl's panties. Then lowering her nose, she sniffed deeply in Mara's rich pubic hair, digging her nose into the cleft of her vulva and licking her clitoris. A moment later she began to snip little tufts of Mara's curling dark pussy hair and then putting it in a large silver snuff box. Mara blinked her eyes as she watched Allegra.

Giggling, Mara heard a refrain in her head: "Allegra's putting my muff in her snuff… Allegra's putting my muff in her snuff." Muff was a term of endearment that Mike had had once for her pussy. Then suddenly she felt the sharp point of the tiny scissors and she jumped. More sober now, she stared in disbelief. Allegra was actually cutting little pieces of her pussy hair. But even more in credibly, the older woman had spread her own thighs on the adjoining chair. She was naked and Mara could see Allegra's thick luxuriant brown bush a few inches from her face.

As she watched Allegra snipped a few tufts of her own thick bush and then mixed it with Mara's pussy hair in the same box. Then she sniffed the box's contents reverently.

"What-what are you doing?" Mara asked, still a little woozy from the heavy drinks. Allegra's vast bush seemed like a veritable forest and as she spread her legs further Mara had a view of an enormous slit that was already pearling with the moisture of passion.

"I like to mix my pussy hair with those of girls I feel very close to," Allegra confessed in a blurred voice. "That way when I feel lonely, I can smell them together and it warms me up. It reminds me of the passion we enjoyed together."

"I don't think…" Mara began. "I mean, I didn't think the reason for tonight was… my coming here was-"

Her words faded away as the strong liquor made her brain whirl. Allegra's lips began to wet Mara's pussy lovingly, then using her two forefingers, she spread the pretty pink labia and ran her tongue in and out till Mara wanted to leap over the rail into the sea.

"Aaaaaahhhhh eehhhhhh aahhhhhhhh," Mara groaned as the principal began to devour her pussy hungrily, greedily, without stopping even to take a breath. At the same moment, Mara, opening her eyes, saw that Allegra Haskell was running her own finger into her own pussy. She was masturbating vigorously while she sucked Mara.

"Oh I love your luscious cunt darling," Allegra said. "I love your lovely delicious cunt. I can't help myself… all month I've been holding back. I don't do this often. It's too risky. It's why I even married once… just to give people the feeling that I was straight. But there are times when I meet a girl like you and I go out of my mind…"

"Every day when you came in, I longed to get on my knees, part your thighs and suck your cunt, did you know that? And to turn you over my lap, raise your skirt and lick your delicious coffee-colored ass… did you know that?… But I held myself back… I held back because I know that if I give in to my secret desires I can't stop… I wouldn't have done it now except that you looked so gloriously wonderful today and I am a little tight… Forgive me darling… forgive me…" And Allegra went down on Mara's wet, hot pussy again, licking it madly, her hands groping for Mara's breasts, now exposed from her dress.

Mara, still groggy, her movements uncoordinated, tried to move her thighs from the principal's mouth. Impossible. It was like trying to dislodge a leech that would not let go of her crotch. What happened next was fragmented in her memory. At some point she heard the door open and Ruth Peters come in. The English Department chairman's eyes were red rimmed with anger and tears were coursing down her cheeks…

"You bitch… you goddamn bitch, let go… she's mine… she's mine!" Ruth kept screaming to an unheeding Allegra. Then as Mara watched with astonishment and complete disbelief she saw the drunken Allegra wrestle with Ruth Peter.

The two women fought on the veranda and Mara stared helplessly and tried to yell at them to stop. Allegra, feisty in her drunkenness kept punching away at Ruth's face and body while Ruth tried to defend herself.

Then suddenly the table with the drinks and the snuff box and the scissors fell on the floor. Surveying the crash, Ruth saw the pubic hair on the floor and suddenly her anger mushroomed as she saw that both women were naked below the waist.

"You lousy, kinky bitch," Ruth screamed… "You lousy kinky bitch… what have you been doing to her… what the hell have you been doing to my girl?"

The two women began to wrestle and in her fury, Ruth who was much lighter in weight than Allegra, seized the other woman and pushed her toward the rail. As she moved back Allegra slipped on the fallen ice cubes and plunged headlong over the rail.

"Oh my God!" Ruth said as she stared down at the broken body. "Oh God… no… I didn't mean to… I didn't mean to… I… who thought… Oh God… no… " The woman's voice suddenly stopped. Mara stared at Ruth's glazed eyes and shook her but no sound came. The shock of what she had done, the sight of the body on the beach eighteen floors below had snapped something inside her. Nothing Mara said brought another sound from her lips.

Mara led her gently to a couch inside the living room and then looked at the ground. The beach was empty. She had to get Ruth away quickly. Disposing of all evidences of her own presence in Allegra's apartment, she opened the door and searched the hall. There was no one in it. As quickly as she could Mara led the helpless teacher to the elevator and to her car in the garage. An hour later she called the doctor she knew Ruth used and waited. Telling him as little as she could, she left Ruth in his care and drove quickly to her own apartment.

She knew what she had to do next and she did not want to waste any time doing it.

Picking up the telephone, she dialed the long distance operator and placed a call.