William Davis
Blackmailed

CHAPTER ONE

Jay Ballard watched the provocative sway of Karen's luscious figure, his eyes devouring the soft, rounded protuberances of her buttocks, as she turned away from his desk and went through the connecting door to the outer office, to usher in a prospective client.

The sexuality that Miss Forrester exuded reminded him, acutely, that he'd have to get to know her better… and soon, if things in the bedroom department at home didn't begin getting better, in the next few days.

Karen was just finishing up her first week as his private secretary, and she seemed to like her job. He wondered, idly, if she'd like her job better… if he could offer her some attractive fringe benefits…

His reverie was interrupted by the young giant who came through his office door. The boxer was even bigger, it seemed to Jay, than when he'd witnessed the man's last bout.

It had taken place last week, at the Olympic. Jay had been there, in the fifth row, watching Arnie Pearson, fighting at a trim two hundred and thirty-five pounds, as he had out-pointed and out-fought his opponent, decking him twice, before finally putting him away, decisively, in the ninth round with a clean knock-out. Jay remembered it had been Arnie's devastating left hook that had put BoBo Wilson on the canvas for the full count.

The fight had been clean. BoBo Wilson had been the odds on favorite, but Pearson, knowing that he was fighting one of the most important fights of his career, had carried the fight, pressingly, to the older, ring-wise Wilson… and had won it, fair and square. No one questioned that he was now in a good position to demand a bout with the Champion. Arnie Pearson was now the principal contender for the Heavyweight Boxing Title.

"Arnie!" Jay was out of his seat, extending a lean, sun-bronzed hand in greeting. "It's good to see you… but aren't you out of your element… coming to see me…?"

A slow, friendly smile spread across the big fighter's heavy-featured face; his deep-set, widely spaced, blue eyes were troubled. His gaze was direct, as he studied the private investigator's face. He took the seat Jay pointed to and sat up ramrod straight in it, his body tense, unrelaxed.

"Well, Mr. Ballard… I haven't been robbed of the family jewels… yet…" he joked, lamely, his face settling into grim lines.

Jay laughed, heartily, while Arnie grinned, now, shyly, pleased that he, at least, appeared to be light-hearted. The detective surveyed the blonde giant across the desk from him and knew he could like this man. There was that easy-going directness about him… and there was the demonstrated ability to remain cool and collected, under stress. He had shown that several times in some thirty professional bouts.

"I saw your last fight… with BoBo Wilson…" Jay mentioned, trying to feel out the reason for the boxer's visit to his office.

"That's great… I'm awfully glad you did. It was a hard fight all the way… believe me! Wilson's a good man… a good fighter… hard to beat… one of the best in the business!" Arnie said. "… But, according to some people… I was supposed to lose that fight!"

"Well… I don't think Wilson had a chance… from the opening bell… even if he was favored, by the bettors!" Jay told him. "You were in good condition… and you were right in there, every round… carrying the fight to him… putting on the pressure…"

"Thanks… Mr. Ballard… but I'm…"

"Just call me Jay…" the detective interrupted.

"Okay… Jay, then…" He showed obvious tension at being interrupted. "… But as I was saying… I'm talking about people… that wanted me to lose it… on purpose!" Arnie got it out. His face was unsmiling, his big, square jaw set.

"You mean… somebody wanted you to throw that fight?"

"Yeah… that's it!"

"… But that doesn't make sense! BoBo was the man to put money on…! Why would anybody want you to take a nosedive…?" Jay queried.

Arnie looked down at his sinewy hands. He balled them into hard fists, before he looked back up at Jay, his intense blue eyes looking directly into Jay's brown ones.

"That's what bothered me, too… but afterwards, when I started thinking about it… it does make sense… if they had BoBo tied up… and he were the contender, instead of me…!"

Rubbing both hands up over his greying temples, Jay thought about it. "If I follow you… what you're saying is they, whoever that is… are looking forward to the next Championship fight!"

"It figures… if they've got the title-holder tied up… too… doesn't it?" Arnie spat his words out fast, wanting confirmation of what he thought about it.

"Christ… do you know what you're saying…?" Jay questioned.

"I sure as hell do! I'm the question mark… because they couldn't get to me!" Arnie shot back. "… And, now I'm ruining their plans for a real killing on the title bout!"

"You mean they tried to buy you off, somehow?"

"Yeah… but I won't take their filthy money!"

"Now, they're threatening you…?"

"… And… blackmailing me!"

Jay whistled, thoughtfully, and asked, "… So, why are you coming to me…? The police could give you protection… and the Boxing Commission could look into the bribe attempt… and blackmail doesn't work, usually…"

"Yeah… but they've got pictures… that could ruin my marriage!" The fighter looked away, temporarily, feeling the guilt return to surge through him.

"So… that's it! They set you up… and got it all on film?"

"Well, hell… it was right after the fight! I was at this party… and met a girl… and… well, you know… one thing leads to another… and she takes me to bed!" Arnie defended.

"I understand all that… but where was your wife, Arnie?"

"She didn't come out here… for the fight," the big man explained. "She doesn't want me to fight… anyway…"

There was a long silence. Jay was digesting information, and he did understand, perfectly, how he had fallen into the trap.

Arnie went on, explaining further, "My trainer's kind of old-fashioned, you know… and whenever I go into training… I've got to live almost like a monk… for maybe two months before every fight. Hell… about the only thing left is a hand-job… every now and then!"

"If your wife were around… you couldn't have had her anyway… is that it?"

"Yeah… for all practical purposes!"

Jay nodded, still thinking. "Now," he said, "we've got to pin something down. You keep saying, 'they'… and you haven't told me who 'they' are!"

There was a moment's hesitation on Arnie's part, before he said, morosely, "That's just it… I don't know who the hell it is! If I did," he went on ominously, "maybe I could do something about it!" His big hands clenched and unclenched, with his emotion.

"Is that where I come in, then…? You want me to find out who's putting the pressure on you?"

"Yeah… that's right… that's why I came to see you, because I've only had some goons… with guns… come around… with their threats… and…"

"… And, the pictures…?"

"Yeah…"

"Let's start there, then… tell me about this gal you balled… everything you can remember about her… where you met her… where you went… what you did… and especially, the place you went… to climb into bed with her!"

Arnie Pearson was game. He told Jay Ballard everything he could remember about that night.

p(line).***

It had been jubilant and hectic in Arnie's dressing room, right after the fight. Frantic fans had crowded into his dressing room to congratulate him, and it had taken a long time to clear the room, so he could get his rub-down and get dressed.

There had been, perhaps, as many as ten invitations to parties… and Arnie was not sure how it had happened that he ended up going to a posh party in Newport. Maybe it was because of the woman who had given him the invitation. She had pressed in close to him, as he had backed into his dressing room, trying to answer news reporters' questions and being filmed for a T.V. news release. Flash bulbs had been popping, and the noise had been tremendous, the press of the crowd almost unbearable… but she had stuck with him, shouting in his ear about her party and pressing a piece of paper into his still bandaged hands. That wasn't the only message he had gotten from her. She had been busy, down below, as she had undulated up against him, her loins tight against his thigh. It was an invitation that had been hard to pass up… after all he had been pretty hard up… and when a voluptuous woman makes it that plain… Hell! What could he do…?

He had hung onto the address… and after his rub-down and shower, he had dressed, gotten into his rental car and had driven down to Newport.

The party was going strong when he arrived… of course, he hadn't known any of the people there. They all seemed to be fans, and he felt comfortable; especially after he had downed the first two drinks, in rapid succession. He was there to have some fun! Christ! After living in a training camp for two months, he had been ready to break out and have himself a real ball… and a party… drinks… a willing woman… were some of the things he wanted for relaxation.

She had been there, of course. Her name was Carla… Carla Reynolds, a ravishing, auburn-haired beauty, with the clearest complexion Arnie had ever seen. He did gather that she wasn't the hostess for the party; she had been sent by someone else… to make sure he would come. Whoever sent her, Arnie decided, had chosen his messenger well… and she hadn't wasted any time in letting him know that that little thigh-rubbing deal in his dressing room was for real.

With a third drink in his hand, Arnie was seated on a plush couch, while the party swirled around them, Carla seated next to him, her long, tapering thigh, nylon-clad below daring hot-pants, pressed in tight against his.

She looked at him over the rim of her martini glass, her grey-green eyes smoldering, provocatively, and said, "Arnie… anytime you're ready… we can split this bash… for some real fun!" Her pink tongue snaked out between her full, sensuous lips and ran in a tiny circle around her lips, while at the same time, her fingers outlined the bulging muscles of his chest.

Arnie was pretty sure what she meant, but he asked, innocently, "Another party… some where…?"

"Sure…" she smiled. "Just you… and me… for some fun and games…"

"Can we run out… on our host… just like that?" he asked. "Which reminds me… whose place is this, because I'm not sure I caught the name… when I came in…?"

"Warren won't mind… I'm sure. He wanted you to come… and meet a few of his guests… which you have… and then just relax and have some fun." She smiled, as her hand dropped down to his thigh, where it caressed him, suggestively.

He tried to remember who Warren was; his memory dredged up the image of a short, square-built man with almost silvery white hair.

"Is Warren the guy with the white hair… only he's not really old…?" he asked, feeling embarrassment at her boldly brazen action. He felt the heat of a blush coming up above his collar.

"Yeah… that's Warren… Warren Ramsey," she affirmed. "He's got money… that doesn't stop… like Fort Knox!" she told him, leaning in close to add, "… But, I don't want to tall about him… it's you I want!"

The throaty seductiveness of her voice, her warm breath washing over him, as she made her point crystal clear to him, caused a natural reaction. Inside his pants, he felt the pounding blood rush into his penis, to be trapped there in a growing erection, while below, the strong sensation of the crawling lift of his balls by his scrotal sac made him fully aware of his demanding sex needs. Christ! He was getting hot, already! Damn! She's not bashful… about it…! So, if she's hot to trot… what in the hell am I waiting for…?

It was a good question. He had never cheated on Joan, before now… but he had known, when he had accepted Carla's invitation to this party… that he would do just that! He'd been angry ever since a week ago, when he'd called his wife on the telephone, trying to get her to change her mind. She was stubborn about it. Under no circumstances would she come to see the fight… and that was that! He could get on a plane and come home, right afterward; she'd be there… waiting for him.

All week long, his anger had seethed, just below the boiling point, and he'd had to fight with himself, not to let it affect his training for the fight… or the fight itself. Then, tonight… when Carla had pressed in close to him, seductively rubbing herself up against him, as she told him about the party, he had made up his mind. To hell with it! I'm not climbing onto a plane, tonight! I'll go home tomorrow… or the next day! He had told his manager, in the dressing room, while he was getting his rubdown, to cancel his flight reservations. He'd reschedule them… in a day or two.

Harry Nash hadn't liked the idea. "That little wife of yours'll go haywire… if you don't get home to her!"

"She can wait a couple of days!" Arnie had growled. "I'm going to take it easy… for a while… sit in the sun on the beach and relax."

"You sure you know what you're doing, Arnie?"

"Just cancel the God damned flight, Harry… and get the hell off my back!" he had barked. "Besides," he had added, "training's over… the fight's over… and I'm a free man… for a while!"

"Okay… Baby… it's your party, now," he told Carla, reaching down to cover her hand on his thigh… before she caused him some real embarrassment… right there, in front of everybody. "Let's get the hell out of here!"

They left Warren Ramsey's house party, together, in his rented car. Carla Reynolds snuggled up close beside him, as he drove, following her directions.

Arnie wasn't sure, exactly where he drove. He had belted down a couple of drinks, and he didn't really care. His impression was that he had driven South, possibly as far as Corona del Mar, where they had wound around through residential streets, arriving at her apartment house, in what seemed to be a very short time… Of course, he wasn't able to concentrate on his driving very well, anyway. Soon after he'd started off, Carla's hands were busy, again, down there, caressing and massaging his thigh, her hand moving up, slowly, tantalizingly… until her tiny hand was between his legs, her fingers teasing his throbbing cock to a fully elongated, aching erection. Then, expertly, she had found the zipper tab. The metallic sigh of the zipper was loud, in the car, as she lowered it… and her smooth, warm, lotion-softened hand wormed its way, knowingly, into his open fly, to find the hardened, throbbing shaft of his cock. She gasped as her exploring fingers found it and brought its turgid length out into the car.

"God… Arnie… you are a big man… in all ways… aren't you?" she crooned, lewdly.

Smiling to himself, glad that she was impressed with his more than adequate manhood, he told her, "Take it easy, Baby… it might go off in your hand!" The exquisite sensations that raced through him, at her touch, made him worry. Christ! It's been a whole two months… since I've fucked a woman!

"I'll take my chances!" she said, then asked, "Why the short fuse…?"

"You must not know much about prize fighters…" he grinned. "I haven't balled a woman… for two months… because of training for this fight!"

"That's terrible!" Carla sympathized. "You mean… you've had no sex… at all… in that time?"

He shifted, uncomfortably, in his seat, but decided to tell her, anyway, "Well… nothing except for a hand-job, now and then… when I couldn't stand it… any longer!"

"It's inhuman… almost like being a monk… or something!" she expostulated.

"Yeah… that's right," Arnie agreed.

"What about in between fights… are you married…?"

He wished, fervently, that she hadn't brought up that subject. There was already too much guilt crowding into him, and he didn't need any extra reminders. Hell! If Joan had only come on out here… like she should have… I wouldn't have to be out looking for a strange piece of ass! He had known that's what he would do… even before Carla had issued her sexy invitation to the party, tonight. Sure! It was wrong…! But, what the hell…! Even if Joan didn't want to watch the fight… she could've been here… waiting to take me to bed… like a good, little wife should!

"Yeah… I'm married… but let's drop that subject!" he growled.

"Okay… Arnie…" she agreed, starting to stuff his warmly jerking cock back into his pants.

"You don't have to drop that!" he grunted, startled.

"There's my apartment house. You can wait… for a couple of minutes… until we get inside, can't you?"

"I suppose I'll have to!" he grinned.

Arnie parked the car, and they went up to her apartment. Once they were inside, Carla led him directly to her bedroom, turned on a small bedside lamp and turned, quickly, to rush into his arms.

He enfolded her lithe figure in his brawny arms, and she came in tight against him, whispering, "Kiss me… Arnie! Kiss me!"

Her face was lifted up to him, and he kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue, demandingly, into her warm, moistly opened mouth as his hands smoothed down her back to the rounded, full moons of her buttocks, sheathed tightly by her scanty hot pants. His steel-banded fingers first cupped the warm resilient flesh, caressingly, then dug into the softness of them, savagely, as his passion-starved body began to react to his great need. An involuntary moan escaped his lips, as his aching penis lurched against the confining cloth of his pants, making a bid for freedom. He felt it standing up, hotly between them, and she was moving her hips in teasingly undulant circles up against it. Then, he was aware of the viscid moisture that seeped from the tiny slit in his cock's head; his natural lubricating fluids were making it feel sticky and moist… and he began to feel the expanding jerk of his cock… almost like… Hell! I'm starting to feel… almost like I'm going to cum… in my pants… like some kid… getting his first piece of ass!

Abruptly, he pulled his mouth away from hers, breaking the hot, deep kiss.

"Christ!" he breathed, urgently. "Let's get into that bed… before I explode!"

Carla leaned back away from him, laughing, still in the circle of his arms, but her loins remained plastered up against him. She gave an extra, tantalizing grind of her hips, in contact with his searingly pulsating cock and asked, "Has it really been two months… since you've laid a woman?"

"Yes… God damn it!"

"Then, you need something else… right now…" She smiled meaningfully – almost lewdly – as she pushed his big frame back onto the bed. "… And, I'll take care of that… so it'll be more fun… for both of us… later!"

Carla wedged her knees in between his thighs, as he sat on the edge of the bed, then swiftly knelt between them, her hands reaching out to unbuckle his belt and zip down the fly opening of his pants; then, as he lifted himself, slightly, she pulled his pants and his shorts down around his muscular legs.

Eagerly, one of her tiny, trembling hands reached out for the massively erect shaft of his violently jerking cock. Her red-nailed fingers couldn't go around its girth, but she slid the heavy foreskin back over the moist, blood-inflated cockhead, feeling its demanding jerk in her hand. She stared at it in disbelief. It was gigantic!

"Mmn… you are just about ready to explode!"

Tucking his hips under him, Arnie shoved his rampantly spearing cock up toward her, instinctively, wanting it… his desire heightened, even more, by the knowledge of what she intended to do to him… for him!

Then, slowly, Carla lowered her head and kissed the pulsing, smooth, red tip, while her other hand squirmed under him to caress his heavy, sperm-laden testicles.

The warm, smoothness of her sensuous lips, kissing the throbbing head of his lust-filled prick was electrifying, and he thrust up at her lipstick-reddened mouth with animal urgency… wanting it… now!

"Oh, God!" he groaned. "Suck it! Suck my cock… now!"

Her saliva heated mouth came down over it, then, her lips ovalling around the pulsing coronal ridge to enclose the whole of his smooth rubbery cockhead in warmly sensual moistness.

Arnie's needfully throbbing prick jerked, expandingly, in her mouth, and the erotic thought of what she was doing to him… the lewd, salaciousness of it… almost as much as the ecstatically tingling sensations that raced through him, gave him an added feeling of voluptuous expectation.

The shaft of his cock was held in one of her tiny, soft hands, while the other, underneath, kneaded and caressed his balls, gently, her red-lacquered nails scratching across the wrinkled skin, lightly; meanwhile, she had begun to hollow her cheeks, sucking his pulsating cockhead with a strong, steady rhythm, her head beginning to bob up and down, absorbing more of his massive length each time her mouth nibbled downward toward his hairy loins.

Inside her mouth, her tongue swirled around the blood-filled head of his cock, with wild abandon, and he was aware that on every upstroke, she was attempting to worm the tip of her wetly flicking tongue into the tiny slit of the very tip of it.

Arnie tensed his muscular loins and shoved his demanding prick up into her wildly sucking mouth, feeling it plunge, deeply, into her throat, as he began to thrust in rhythmic, counter-movements to her smoothly bobbing head.

In a hypnotic trance of sexual need, lost in a sensual morass of pleasure sensations, he moaned, again, softly, as her nibbling mouth began to move up and down his massive shaft with increasing speed and pressure, her knowledgeable tongue giving a swirling lick to the lust-hardened head of his cock on every upstroke.

Looking down at her face, working over him, he saw that she was in a sexual rapture of her own. Her eyes were closed, and her breath was labored, streaming in and out of her nose, with an audible rasping sound.

Her long, auburn hair was falling down over naked thighs, and he reached out to the glossy sheen of it, with both hands, placing one on either side of her head, to guide her up and down the ever more demanding shaft of his aching cock.

It was fascinating for him to watch, as a little, raggedly pink flange of her moistly sucking lips was pulled out on each withdrawal, then stuffed back in, again, as the hardened rod of his penis slipped into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing in and out, as she sucked, hungrily, on him.

The ever-building sensuality concentrated in the bloated, sensate head of his cock and he could feel its demanding pulse, jerking, expandingly, in response to her tantalizing tongue that swirled over its satiny corona, stimulatingly, on every head-bobbing stroke.

Arnie could feel the searing burn, acid-like, that signaled the nearness of his ejaculation. The agony of his building need to cum surged through him, in ecstatic waves of sensation, his hot sperm demanding its release from his swollen testicles, and he groaned aloud, as he drove his aching cock deep into Carla's mouth and throat.

"Christ! That's it… Just a little more… like that… and I'll cum…! Just… suck it… a little while… longer!"

Raspy, strangling sounds took the place of words… then, he gasped, "OOoooh! AAAaauuggh!" His breath came faster, rasping in and out of tortured lungs. He was almost… ready to cum! Now! Furiously, he fucked his hips up at her face and watched the rigid length of his prick drive, deeply, almost all the way up to his sperm-loaded balls into her mouth. Her nose was buried in the hairiness of his loins… and she took it… all of it, in her mouth and down her throat! God! It felt sooooo good!

… Then, he came! His ejaculation was explosive; the hot, thick sperm jetted the full length of his cock, to spray from the slitted tip of the lust-inflated head deep into moist wet cavern of her voraciously sucking mouth, forcing her to swallow it, desperately.

"Now!" he grunted. "God! I'm cumming! Now!"

His strong hands on her head pulled her mouth down, roughly and hard on his wildly spewing prick, and his loins thrust up, convulsively, at her, securely immobilizing her head, while his cum spewed, hotly, deep into her throat.

… And then, he collapsed, lying back on the bed, his grip on her head relaxing, then releasing, and his hands fell to her shoulders to fondle and caress them. Gradually, his cock became soft and deflated in her mouth, but she continued to suckle and nibble on it until she had consumed the final drop of his semen; then, with a sigh, she allowed the flaccid shaft to pull from her mouth, moistly glistening from her saliva.

Lifting her head, she gazed at him through heavy-lidded grey-green eyes… eyes that conveyed earthy sexiness, and a worldliness, beyond her years. She rose from her kneeling position and crawled up over him to snuggle down beside him, offering him her lips to kiss.

Arnie crushed her lithe body to him and kissed her, darting his tongue into her mouth to taste the lingering male essence of his own cum there. Long and deeply they kissed, their mouths welded together, savoring the sensual communication. Finally, after several moments, Carla pulled away. She looked at him with a glowing anticipation on her face. "That was a pretty good opener… and after you've rested a while… and had a drink we can get to the main course… Okay?"

"Damned right!" he agreed.

"What do you want…?"

"You!" he grinned reaching out for her.

Writhing away from him, she smiled, "So soon? I meant what are you drinking?"

"Bourbon's fine…"

Sitting up on the edge of the bed, he watched the provocative sway of her hot-pants clad hips, as she left the bedroom. Damn! She's a sexy little bitch! Exactly what I needed, too! Then, he wondered about her… wondered why she had brought him there. She's been around… but she doesn't fit the picture… of being a whore! He knew, of course, that there were women, who made a point of taking celebrities to bed… And, I suppose I'm that… more or less… now that I've got a shot at the Heavyweight Boxing Title!

He didn't question beyond that. She was his to enjoy… for the evening, at least… and maybe more… if he played his cards right. Hell! Why should I look a gift horse in the mouth?

Bending down, he took off his shoes and slipped off his trousers. His jacket, shirt, tie and undershirt followed, then he lay down, again, on the bed, having retained just his shorts.

Carla came back, carrying tall, cool drinks. She saw him lying there on the bed, relaxed, and looked him over, critically, as she handed him his bourbon and water.

"You know… I was a little bit afraid of you, at first!"

"Why…?" he queried, leaning back against the headboard and taking a healthy swallow of his drink. "I'm just an ordinary guy…"

"When I saw you fight, tonight… it was almost… like you were a trained animal… a trained fighting animal!"

"Boxing's just a skill…" he tried to explain.

"… But, aren't you trying to hurt the other man?"

"Yes… that's part of it. He's trying to do the same to me… too."

"And, you're not angry… at each other?"

"No… of course not!"

"Then… why do you fight?"

"Money… mostly," he answered, truthfully, "but there's the fame… if you make it to the top! I guess that's part of it…"

"Does your wife like for you to fight… Arnie…?"

"No… she doesn't! The only part she likes… is the money!" he grunted. "But I don't want to talk about my wife… right now!"

"What do you want to talk about?"

"You!"

"Why…?"

"… Because, you're here… damn it!"

"… And, available…?" she cooed, seductively, kicking off her boots and stretching out beside him.

"… And, available!" he seconded, lifting his glass for another stiff swallow of whiskey. He felt it warming his belly. That's what he wanted… whiskey and a woman… and it had been too long, since he'd had either. Again, he lifted his glass and drained it. Now… for the woman… to fuck!

Setting the empty glass down on the bedside table, he reached out for Carla, his hand going to the full mounds of her breasts. He felt them, warm smooth and vibrant under her blouse and realized that she was not wearing a bra. Her nipples were hard and elongated, and he felt them spiking into the palms of his hands.

"Christ… let's get you stripped naked!" he grunted, as he began to feel the beginning of a new erection, throbbing warmly into being down between his legs.

She helped him, as he unbuttoned her blouse, shrugging her shoulders, when he removed the flimsy garment to expose her luscious breasts to his lustful eyes.

Her breasts, alabaster white, firmly melon-like, were wide-spaced on her chest, and they pouted, proudly, with the coral nipples standing at alert attention over the darker, crinkled aureoles.

"Beautiful!" he said, with fervent appreciation, as he leaned over her to take a berry-like tip between his lips to suck and nibble, while his hand cupped her other breast, caressingly, his fingers digging into the smoothly pliant flesh. Then, while his lips paid moist homage, hungrily, to the one pinkly erect nipple, his fingers rolled the other, teasingly, causing them both to spear out to even greater hardness. Her little moan of arousal was warm, as her breath washed over the side of his face, and her hands caressed and massaged the heavy muscles of his back.

After a few moments, he slid his hand, exploringly, down over her smooth, flat belly… and found that she still had on her hot-pants. Raising himself up and temporarily abandoning her sensate breasts, Arnie growled, "Come on… Carla, Baby… I want you bare-assed naked!"

"Okay, honey…" she breathed.

Together, they stripped the remainder of her clothing from her. Her panty hose followed her hot-pants to the floor, as Arnie tossed them aside. Now, her perfect body was revealed to him… and his eyes locked on her enticingly rounded hips, mature, marble-white and devoid of suntan lines, their masterfully sculpted curves leading to the downward, sweeping taper of her delectable thighs, to small, dimpled knees. The calves of her perfect legs reversed the long, tapering curve of her thighs and led, easily, to tiny, delicate ankles and narrow, well-formed feet… And, there between the whiteness of her slightly spread thighs, he saw, clearly, the glisteningly moist pink flesh of her vaginal slit, surrounded by softly curling auburn-tinted hair. Her sexual arousal was obviously visible in the tiny droplets of viscid moisture exuded from her cuntal lining that clung to the two budding petals of her inner pussy-lips peeking shyly out at him from the sensitively throbbing little furrow.

Below, he felt the throbbing lurch of his fully erect cock, straining to be freed from his shorts. Damn! I'm hot… again, already…! And, she's ready to fuck… too!

"God! You're lovely…" he choked.

Tiny, mewling sounds came from her lips, as she ground her hips, undulantly, allowing her thighs to splay open a little wider, obscenely revealing the whole of her soft, gently pulsating pussy to his lust-filled gaze.

Fascinatedly, he watched as her slender fingers, the nails red-polished, cupped her own breasts, caressingly, kneading the sensually erect nipples, then her palms lifted the firm, full mounds of them, pointing them at him, almost as though she were offering her breasts to him, as a sacrifice.

Her actions were doing things to him. New, erotic sensations arced in his loins, and his warmly throbbing cock expanded, jerkingly. Christ! I've got to get it in her… now… before it's too late!

… Then, her eloquent hands smoothed down across her flat, whitely smooth belly to her groin, her hands framing the moist furrow of her cunt, where she teasingly spread the cora-line slit to expose the pink, inner flesh of her vaginal opening. Her voice was throatily sultry, as she asked, "Do you want to… fuck me… Arnie, darling…?"

"Hell yes!" he croaked, raspily. "You know I do!"

"… Then… tell me!" she cried, with sudden, impatient urgency.

"I want to fuck you… Baby… and right now!" He reached down and stripped off his shorts, then turned back to her.

Carla's eyes zeroed in on the rock-hard, pulsing shaft of his massive cock and breathed, "How… do you want to… fuck me…?"

"Hard!" he grunted. "Deep… and hard… and fast!"

"Oh, God! That's what I… want, too!" she moaned. "I want you to fill me up… with cock, Arnie… until I can't breathe!"

Arnie rolled over on top of her, his hips wedging down between her white, trembling thighs. "God damn it!" he growled. "I'm going to fuck you… so hard… you'll flip right out of your skull!"

She writhed and mewled, in her sexual excitement, beneath him, grinding her hips up at the hardness of his giant cock, attempting to capture it… and her undulating movements transmitted her raw, sex-need to him, inciting his lust-filled cock to even more inflamed hardness. His balls ached, painfully, from the building erotic pressure.

With a frustrated moan, Carla, unable to line up her gyrating loins with his hard, nudging cock-head, reached down between them to grasp the monstrous shaft and guide the throbbing, bulbous head to the moistened slit of her searingly inflamed cunt. Her hips ground around and around in tiny circles, as the blood-engorged head wormed into her cuntal opening little by little. Finally, the whole head of it was sucked just up inside her vaginal mouth, and she shifted her hands up around him, placing one on either of his muscular buttocks-cheeks and attempting to pull him forward into her.

Arnie, holding himself aloft over her, then, on brawny arms needed no more urging. He used the strength of his back and legs, as he flexed his hips and drove his pulsatingly needful cock deep, hard and long, straight into her moist cuntal sheath, smoothly, cleaving her cunt walls wide. His blood-filled cock-head gored her with feral energy, pushing little wavelets of her sensitive, vaginal lining before it, as it plunged past the neck of her cervix, flicking it, painfully, in passing, to hit bottom, finally, in the farthest back wall of her tightly constricted stomach. Their pubic bones smacked together, solidly… and he had filled her cunt, completely, with potent man-flesh.

"Ooooooooh, God! That's it!" she grimaced. "That's the way I want it!" She was cock-filled as she had never been before… in her life!

The boxer had impaled her, pinning her to the mattress, immobilizing her, as he lay, heavily, on top of her, for a moment or two, while deep in her cuntal passage, he flexed his monster cock, expandingly, and reveled in the pulsing flutter of her interior vaginal muscles that responded claspingly, the warm elastic sheath seeming to milk at him with warm intensity. God! She was tight!

… And then, Arnie began to grind his aching cock into her squirming cunt, beneath him, and she thrust back up at him, counteringly, arching her body and pulling her thighs back to take all of his hardened shaft deep up inside her soft, sensuous young pussy. She moaned aloud, in delight, as he began to thrust in and out of her, with long, hard strokes, his hardened rod coming almost all the way out of her cunt, on the upstroke, then, animalistically, he plunged it back into her, ramming it home the full length, into the hungry mouth of her clinging, clasping cuntal passage.

Beneath him, Carla's mouth was open, voicing an inarticulate liturgy of passion, as her head began to fling from side to side, and her long, auburn hair was tossed into wild disarray.

Gradually, the mutual tempo was increased, until his plundering cock was pistoning in and out of the hotly moistened walls of her cunt like a steam engine with a broken safety valve, as their nakedly writhing bodies slapped together, fleshily, in wild abandon.

Suddenly, Arnie realized that he was setting too fast a tempo, a speed that would bring him to spewing ejaculation far too soon… unless he slowed down; otherwise the girl would be left high and dry… and he wanted to make sure it was good for her, too.

He tried, deliberately, to slow down, pace himself, as he plunged his long, thick cock, full length into her receptive, warmly moist cuntal passage, but her cunt, it seemed to him, was sucking and nibbling at his, sensitive, sex-starved penis, like another little mouth. God! It was too much! He felt as though he were being pulled into the maw of a machine that would suck him inside out!

His testicles were enlarged and swollen from the readying load of sperm, waiting there to be pumped the length of his aching cock. He felt the head of his prick begin to expand, throbbingly, with the sweet pain of imminent ejaculation, as he ground into her, desperately, trying to hold himself back.

… Then, he felt it begin… back behind the root of his cock. It burned, searingly… like racing wildfire. His rectum convulsed, and he knew the dam was going to burst… any second. God! He was going to pop… already! He couldn't hold back any longer…

Arnie's face twisted into a contorted grimace of delicious anticipation, laced with the poison of a sense of failure… a feeling that he would not be able to satisfy the woman he was fucking. Oh, Christ! It's almost here! I'm going to cum… in a few seconds!

"God!" he howled with urgent disgust. "I'm… going to cum… already!"

"It's Okay, darling! Just keep fucking! It'll be all right… but just keep shoving your cock in me!" she assured him, feeling his anxiety.

Pulling her thighs back, even farther, she mashed them down against the resilient mounds of her swelling breasts, raising her loins up to him and grinding up at him in perfect counterpoint to his plunging, pile-driving thrusts.

"I'm… going… to cum!" he wailed, agonizingly. "I can't help it!"

"Oh God! It's Okay! It's Okay! Fuck me… as hard… as you can… and don't stop… until you have to!" she instructed.

He did! Almost insanely, he fucked in and out of her claspingly moist cunt, his prick jack-hammering deep into her… until with searingly liquid jets of his viscid sperm hosing through him, he came deep up her hungrily flared belly. His lust pumped through his cock in a raging torrent of rapturous release.

Strangling, animal sounds of sexual gratification ripped from his lips. His grunts of pure carnal pleasure were loud in the bedroom… and he had the impression that Carla had cried out, too… in ecstatic pleasure of orgasm. He couldn't be sure, though; his own sensual involvement had been too profound… at that instant.

"… Did you… cum…?" he gasped.

"Yes! Oh, yessss, darling! I came… right with you!"

Arnie held himself, rigidly, above her, while below, her sheathing cuntal passage still milked at his wildly jerking cock that was pumping the last of his cum through the full, hotly pulsating length of it. Her loins pressed up hard against him, and she held him there, while a hungry little fluttering movement inside her vaginal tunnel nibbled up and down the length and thickness of his throbbing shaft.

He felt the tension wash away from him, as now his cock began to deflate inside of her… and he felt drained… completely satisfied. God! She's the best fuck… I've ever had!

Events happened fast then!

Just at the instant he collapsed on top of her, there was a blinding flash in the bedroom.

"What the hell!" he growled, every nerve and muscle fiber shocked into instant alertness. He started to get up. It had been a flash-bulb that had practically blinded him… a photographer's flash!

"Stay right where you are!" a man's voice rasped out at him.

Looking back over his shoulder, toward the door, Arnie saw the figures of two men, indistinctly, in the dim light. One of them, the speaker, was pointing a deadly looking pistol at him. He froze. Beneath him, Carla whimpered with fright.

"What do you want?" Arnie growled.

"We just wanted to let you know… we got everything on film!" the man with the gun told him. "… And, your sweet little wife'll be very interested in seeing all the pretty pictures…"

"What is this… a shakedown?"

"Of course… your wife won't see them… if you play ball."

"What do you mean…?"

"You know what the hell I mean!" the other grunted. "You turned us down, once… but you're not getting the second chance!"

Instantly, Arnie knew what they wanted. They were going to try blackmailing him into taking a dive… when he got into the ring with the Champion.

"You can go to hell!" he bellowed. "I'll never fight a fixed bout!"

"That's what you think!" The man with the gun came close to the bed. "Crawl off that broad!" he ordered.

Arnie obeyed, his now flaccid penis pulling, moistly, from Carla's still warmly trembling vaginal opening. As he stood to his feet, the goon holding the gun, brought the weapon down hard, in a slashing arc to the side of his head. Instinctively, the big boxer rolled with the blow, deflecting most of its force, but even so, he was knocked down. Knowing that his bare fists were no match for an armed man, he decided to stay down for the count.

"Next time we see you… you'd better have a better answer!" the unknown gunman spat down at him. Then, as suddenly as they had appeared the two men were gone.

While he was down on the floor, Arnie knew he'd been set-up for this. Carla! She'd been too anxious to get him to that party… in too much of a hurry to get him into a bed with her! Christ! Why'd he been so stupid?

Looking up, he saw that she was kneeling down beside him, concern on her face.

"Well…?" he grated up at her, questioningly, "How much do you get out of this?"

He sat up, and she tried to put her arms around him. "I-I don't know… what you mean… darling?"

Arnie brushed her away from him. "You know what the hell I'm talking about! You set me up… for your gun-toting friends!"

"N-No! Arnie… no! That's not true!"

Quickly, he stood to his feet, gathered up his clothing and began dressing. "That's a damned lie… and you know it!" he stormed. "Come on… tell me what you get out of it!"

Carla crumpled onto the bed, sobbing, "NNothing! I don't… even know… who those men were!"

"I wish I could believe that!" he ground out at her. He was dressed, now, except for his jacket and tie. He reached into his pocket, took out his wallet and removed a crisp fifty dollar bill. Throwing the money down on the bed, beside her, he turned to leave, flinging back over his shoulder, "There's fifty for your trouble!"

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"… And, that's the story, up to now?" Jay queried.

"Yeah… that's it!"

"Why'd you wait until now… to come to me?"

"I thought I could handle it!"

"What happened… to make you change your mind?"

"Well… Joan… my wife, changed her mind… and came on out here, to Los Angeles," Arnie explained.

"So…?"

"They're looking for her in Nebraska… where we live… and it's just a matter of a day or two… and they'll make contact with her… here!"

"I take it, then… you love your wife… and you don't want to lose her?"

"Hell no… I don't!" the big man grunted. "We may have our differences… but I don't want to lose her!"

"Okay, then," Ballard summarized, "As I see it… I've got to find Carla Reynolds… and find out what her connection is to this little blackmailing job… and I suppose I'd better check out Warren Ramsey…"

"Why him… he's some kind of industrialist?" Arnie questioned.

"I just like to check out all the possibilities… anyway, I don't think your friends, with the nasty dispositions, would be thinking up the ideas. It's somebody with brains! I want to nail the big shot! That's the only way to stop the whole caper!" Jay told him.

"Then… you're saying you'll take the job?"

"Yes… I'm working for you… as of right now." Ballard said.

The prizefighter was gone, and Jay mulled over all that the boxer had told him. He decided that his first job would be to locate Carla Reynolds. Tomorrow… I'll check through Dunn and Bradstreet… see what I can scare up on Ramsey…

Pressing the intercom button, he said to his secretary, "Karen… call my wife… and tell her that I'm working on a case… I won't be home, until late… probably."

"Yes, Sir… Mr. Ballard… right away!" Her voice came, tinnily, through the tiny speaker.

"… And, Karen…?"

"Yes, Sir…?"

"Knock off that Mister stuff… and the yes, Sir, no, Sir bit! You're supposed to be my private secretary!"