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CHAPTER FOUR

The "conference" Arnie drove up to L.A. for was with Jay Ballard. He sat across the desk from the private investigator, while Jay ran down the list of information he had gathered so far.

"I haven't been able to locate Carla Reynolds… yet," he told the boxer, "but she could be using another name."

"Yeah… I hadn't thought of that…" Arnie admitted.

"Now, here's what I've got on Warren Ramsey," Jay said, referring to his notes. "He was born in Idaho… about fifty-years old. Bachelor… at least he isn't married, right now. Good rating with Dunn and Bradstreet… President of a pleasure boat building company… Extensive holdings in electronics… And, this is important! He has a string of race horses… Makes the racing circuit… and is a big bettor whether his horses are running or not… and…" Jay paused, significantly, "he's a fight fan! Attends almost all the important bouts!"

"Which means," Arnie said, thoughtfully, "if he's betting the horses… he's also betting on the fights."

"Exactly!"

"Is he into any of the fight stables… own any boxer's contracts…?"

"If he does… I haven't been able to dig it out, yet!" Jay grunted. "It would sure fit together… and all I'd have to do is connect one of those bully boys with him… and Carla… and we could bust it wide open!" the detective speculated.

"… But, right now… there's nothing to tie him into it… is that right?"

"That's the hell of it… I'm just making a wild guess!" Ballard confessed. "There's not a damned thing to connect him with anything… except that you went to a party, that he gave! Which reminds me… he's a big party-giver… with a pretty good reputation as a cocksman! He's also been involved with some pretty well-known women… in the international jet-set!"

"He really gets around, then…?"

"… And spends money, lavishly!"

"Pays his income tax…?"

"Like a model citizen!" Jay affirmed. "He's clean… absolutely clean… and that's what bugs me!"

"Then… maybe you're on the wrong track… as far as Ramsey's concerned…"

"I don't think so!" Jay snorted. "Here's a rough profile: Money… Horses… Women… Gambling! Three weaknesses… that take money! Lots of it… and I don't think he makes that much money building pleasure boats… alone! There's got to be another source! All I've got to do is find out where the rest of his money comes from!"

"Well… I hope you can!" Arnie said fervently. "By the way I've moved…"

"That's good… it'd buy us some time, while they're trying to find you, again!" Jay observed. "Where…?"

"Corona del Mar area…" Arnie told him. "Here's the address…" He wrote it out for the detective. "I don't have a telephone, yet."

Jay was surprised. "Why the hell did you move down there?"

"That's where Joan wanted to live. She picked the apartment!" Arnie defended.

"Do you mean… she's going to stay here, now?"

"Yeah," Arnie grinned. "She finally got some sense… I guess!"

"… Or she's suspicious…!" Jay suggested, cynically.

"I don't think so… and I'm sure they haven't made contact with her yet!"

"Let's hope not!"

"Should I level with Joan… tell her what's going on?" Arnie asked, worriedly.

"No! Not yet! I'd like to stop it… while it's just a conspiracy… and maybe we could keep it from her, completely!" Jay told him.

"Okay… whatever you say…"

Arnie Pearson left, and Jay stared at the closed door, wondering: I sure as hell hope that I've made the right guess!

p(line).***

Warren Ramsey picked up the third telephone on his desk. Its number was unlisted and known to only a very few people.

"Yes…?" he barked into the mouthpiece.

"Stearns… Warren…" the voice came over the wires to him. "We spotted Pearson!"

"Where?"

"He's talking to a private eye… name of Ballard!"

"Okay! That's good! Now, this's what I want you to do. You got Pratt with you…?"

"Yeah."

"Have him stick to Pearson… find out where he's living now. I figure that wife of his must be here, with him… since they turned up a blank in Omaha!" Ramsey instructed. "… And, tell him to let me know… personally as soon as he's got the address!"

"Right!"

"And, I want you, Jack… to pay a little visit to that private detective! Tell him it's time to bow out… or else!"

"Should I give him something to remember…?" Jack Stearns asked.

"No… just warn him off… but you'll know what to do if he's not going to cooperate…" Ramsey told him.

"Okay… we'll get right on it!" Stearns broke the connection.

p(line).***

Jack Stearns bulldozed his way past Karen Forrester in the outer office and burst into Jay's office, taking him by surprise.

"You Jay Ballard…?" he demanded.

"Yes… what do you want?"

"Arnie Pearson was just here… and I'd like to give you some advice… about what to do on his case!"

"I can always use good advice…" Jay said mildly. "What is it?"

"Nothing! Don't do any more work for him… at all!"

"He's given me a retainer… and I…"

"Give it back!" Stearns grated. "Better yet… maybe you should take a vacation!"

While the other man was talking, Jay made mental notes. He would know this man… any time he saw him again. Medium build… five feet ten or eleven inches tall… 180 pounds… late thirties… wavy blonde hair… brown eyes… scar on his forehead… long, straight nose… heavy lower jaw… long, oval face… and the sound of his voice, all registered in his mind and he would remember.

"I don't have time for vacations!" Jay told him, leaning back in his swivel chair. He was relaxed but alert, waiting for a possible attack. He knew, now, that someone – Ramsey maybe – was worried, so they were trying to scare him off!

"You're not listening very good!" Ramsey's man threatened.

"Come off it, man… I've sat through hundreds of Grade B movies and T.V. whodunnits… where the big, tough guy warns the detective to lay off… and you're playing it worse than any I've ever seen!" Jay said, with a disarming grin. "Now… unless you've got some further business with me… I'd suggest you leave, now!"

Stearns, caught off guard by Jay's unruffled reaction, gaped, staringly, for a moment, then turned to leave, shooting back, lamely, over his shoulder, "Okay… smart-ass… don't say you weren't warned!"

"I'll get it down in my notes!" Jay Ballard returned.

When the unknown bearer of a warning from an equally, as yet, unknown source was gone, the detective heaved a sigh of relief, glad that there had been no violence. But, it was damned close… if I hadn't kidded him out of it!

Intending to go home for dinner, since he'd been so busy for the last two days that he hadn't made it home… until the early hours of the morning, Jay headed for the parking lot. He was worried… not about Arnie's troubles but his own. Hell! Things aren't getting any better… between Betty and me… but if she'd loosen up a little bit and put a little zing into our sex-life… it'd sure help! Maybe, what we need is a good vacation… go off somewhere… relax… and get things ironed out… otherwise… we're headed straight for the divorce court! The hell of it is… Betty's basically… a sexy woman… She's got everything going for her…! And, I love her… but she's not turned on! Christ…! If only…

Jay had almost reached his Mustang and was delving into his jacket pocket for the car's keys, when he became aware of a racing engine behind him. He glanced back to see a car bearing down on him. Instinctively, he jumped out of the way and rolled between two parked cars. The car, a big Pontiac, had just missed him… and as he picked himself up off the asphalt, he knew it was no accident. God damn! That was close… too close! And, it's either a second warning… or the damned guy was really trying to do me in!

He hadn't had time to get a license number… but the face behind the wheel he'd know anywhere. It was the goon who'd burst into his office to give the detective some "advice".

Forgotten was his intention to go home; instead, he drove to police headquarters, where he spent an hour or more poring over mug shots. He found what he was looking for and lodged a formal complaint against: Stearns, John W., also called Jack, one former conviction for armed robbery; an extortion case was dismissed… for lack of evidence. There was a long string of assaults in his record, as well as three busts for bookmaking.

"We don't have anything pending on him… right now," the duty lieutenant told Ballard, then asked, "What happened…?"

"He tried to kill me… with his car, in the parking lot of my office building!" Jay said vehemently.

"Do you know why, Jay?"

"I haven't the slightest idea," Jay answered, evasively.

"Okay… well try to pick him up on this!"

After all the details were taken care of… it was too late to drive home, so he drove South, to Newport… picked up a bite to eat at a drive-in and continued his search for Carla Reynolds, whom he was convinced was somehow the key to the whole situation.

p(line).***

It was around midnight when Jay hit pay-dirt. He found a bartender in a plush bar who knew Carla, and a five dollar bill was enough to get him her telephone number. The rest was easy. He located the apartment building, checked it and found her apartment empty.

Settling down to wait and watch, he was determined to see her… and get information from her one way or the other.

A little after one in the morning, Carla arrived… with a man. Hell! She's picked up an all night trick!

He made for the nearest pay telephone and dialed her number, sure that she would answer… if things weren't too far along.

"Hello… Carla Baby!" he said, slurring his words, purposely, "I'm here… all primed… an' ready for some fun!"

"Who is this?" she demanded.

"You don't know me, Baby… I'm from out of town… but I heard 'bout you… an…"

"But… what's your name… and what do you want…?"

"Name's Jay… Jay Ballard… and I don't have to tell you what I'm after, Baby!" he slurred. "… An' I got the money to pay for it with… you get me…?"

"It's late… and I…"

"Yeah… I can guess… some other bastard beat me to the punch… for the rest of the night… right…?"

"Well… you know…"

"Kick 'im out… and I'll be right over!"

"No… you don't understand…"

"The hell I don't!"

"… But, maybe we could work something out… for tomorrow…" She hated to let him go… without making some arrangement… for later.

"Tomorrow… afternoon…?" he queried.

"Yes… that'll be Okay… Give me a call…?"

"Sure, Baby… I'll call you… 'cause I've got three more days… and a bad need… for some real fun and games!"

"Around two… Okay…?"

"That's perfect, Carla Baby! You got yourself a date!"

He hung up, quick, grinning his satisfaction. Well… I've got a date… that's going to be fun to keep!

p(line).***

Jay was on time. Before he went up to Carla's apartment, he put his.38 in the glove compartment of his car and clipped the little Berreta to the inside back of his pants waistband. There was no point in being completely unprepared.

Carla greeted him at the door. "Jay…?" she asked.

"Yeah… and it's sure been a long wait!"

She didn't let him in, just yet. "Where'd you get my telephone number?" Carla demanded.

Ballard told her the name of the bartender and the location of the place. "… And, it cost me five!" he concluded.

Satisfied that he was not a vice-squad officer, she opened the door to admit him.

"Do you quiz everybody… like that?" Jay asked.

"Well… I've got to be careful, you know…"

"Yeah… I suppose so…" he agreed, stepping in close to take her in his arms, to kiss her.

She seemed to be reluctant, as he probed at her lips with his tongue, his hands moving down over the softness of her straight back to the rounded protuberances of her full-orbed buttocks and discovering in the process that she wore no encumbering bra or panties. His hands dug into the resilient flesh of them, hungrily.

Twisting her lips away, Carla told him, firmly, "It's fifty dollars… in advance!"

"You're lovely…" Jay told her with a disarming grin, "but you must have a cash register… in place of a heart."

He watched her gathering frown, as she tried to work up some anger over what he had said; the frown turned to a smile, though, when she reached out for the fifty dollar bill he took out of his wallet. She had balanced it out, quickly, for herself… in favor of the money.

Silently, she turned away, her walk studiedly provocative as she headed for the bedroom. Smart-ass! I'll give him a quickie… and kick him out of here!

Jay didn't follow.

Looking back over her shoulder at him, she said, "Well…? The bedroom's back here!"

"That fifty ought to buy a drink… too…" he suggested.

"Okay… what'll it be?" She was disappointed that he wanted to delay.

"Scotch-rock'll be fine," Jay grunted, dropping into a comfortable chair.

Carla fixed the drinks and brought them. Handing him his drink, she sat on the sofa, facing him, tucking up her legs, her mini-shift riding up and giving him a clear view of her curvaceously tapered thighs and a flashing glimpse of auburn-tinted pubic hair to match the dark red of her carefully combed, lustrous hair.

He smiled his lewd appreciation, and hoisting his glass in toast, said, "Here's to what makes the world go around!"

"Sex…?" she smiled.

"No! Money!" He took a long swallow of his drink, then as he looked over at her, again, he added, "It's the one thing people'll do almost anything for!"

His remark made her feel uncomfortable. She tried to change the subject. "Did you come here… just to drink and talk…?"

"Hell no! I came here on business!" Jay told her, setting his glass down on the coffee table and getting up to strip off his jacket and tie, before sitting down, again, next to her on the couch. She started to cringe away from him, thinking she had made a mistake about him, after all. Twice before, she had been busted by vice-squad men, and she was frightened, momentarily, until he added, with a grin, "Your business… that is…"

He took her, solidly, into his arms, and his lips sought for and found hers, but this time, it was her moist, pink tongue that came surging into his mouth, searchingly, as his hands began to explore the soft contours of her lush body.

Cupping the resilient mound of a perfectly sculptured breast through the soft material of her dress, he kneaded it massagingly, and felt the tiny nipple spiking out hard and erect into the palm of his hand, while below, between his own legs, the natural and normal reaction began to take place.

There was the crawling lift of his scrotum pulling his balls up close to his body and the throbbing fullness in his penis as it became blood-engorged in a growing erection. He'd have to hold himself back… if his plan for Carla were to work. Damn it… just concentrate on getting her worked up!

He knew, from past experience, that many prostitutes didn't allow themselves to become involved with their johns; they just faked it all the way… made the guy think he was really getting a good lay, while she remained completely detached. Jay, consciously, tried to repress his own sexuality; at the same time he stimulated her, reversing the roles.

Sliding his hand down across her flat belly, then out along the smooth whiteness of a finely tapered thigh, he went in under the short length of her dress, allowing his warm hand to massage the soft flesh up the smooth inner side, moving upward, slowly, until he was rummaging in the angle of her thighs, caressing the curling fleeciness of her pubic hair; meanwhile, he was forcing her back, by slow degrees, until she was lying supine on the couch, beneath him, her legs straightened out, now, and parted slightly. Smoothly, he slipped a finger down into the moist warmth of her pussy, pressuring in through the fleshy folds from the top and parting the sparse adornment of hair, to find the tiny, erectly throbbing bud of her clitoris. His finger rubbed at it, teasingly, gently bringing it to even greater hardness; then, using two fingers, together, he drummed a tattoo up and down its short, pulsating length. He was rewarded by feeling the erotic spasms of it in her body and the tiny grinding undulations of her loins up against his taunting fingers.

Suddenly, Carla gasped, twisting her mouth away, savagely, and moaning, "Damn you… you're not like most of the others… who just want a quick fuck! You've got to make like the great lover!"

"What's your objection, Baby?"

"I just don't like to… make it… really make it with the johns… and besides… it takes up my time!"

"Well… Carla, Baby… you're going to make it with me… all the way!" he promised.

"Let's go into the bedroom… then!"

"Suits me…" Jay agreed, leaning back to allow her to get up.

The detective followed her into the bedroom, removing his shirt and undershirt, as he walked, and watching the provocative sway of her hips.

Once inside the bedroom, Carla whipped off her mini-sheath to reveal the voluptuous curves of her soft, womanly body. As she tossed her dress to the back of a vanity chair, Jay came in behind her, his arms going around her, under her arms, his itching hands clutching at the full, softly pliant mounds of her breasts, while his lips came down to kiss her delicately sloping shoulders and the nape of her neck. She shivered with delight and turned in the circle of his arms to press her nakedly curvaceous body up against him with a mewling moan of building passion. He felt the erect cones of her hardened nipples press in, tightly, against his own naked, hairy chest, while below her hips gyrated in tiny circles against the lengthening hardness of his almost fully erect, throbbing cock.

Jay's hands swarmed over her, smoothing the svelte contours of her body, his strong fingers kneading the resilient, warm flesh of her full-orbed buttocks. Then, his mouth was on hers, his tongue bursting through her lips to probe deep into the honeyed sweetness of her mouth. He did it with more ardor than he felt… on purpose. I want her really hot to trot… before I really start working her over!

After a moment or two, she broke the kiss and murmured, "I don't know why… I'm letting you do this…"

"Because you like it… I imagine!" he grunted, walking her backward the short distance to the edge of the bed.

As the backs of her knees contacted the edge of the bed, he pushed the auburn-haired beauty back onto it and stepped back. Quickly, he shed his shoes, socks and pants, leaving only his shorts to cover him, partially.

Sprawling there on the bed, where he had shoved her down, Carla's legs were splayed, obscenely, and he could see the pink flesh of her pussy, glistening dully moist and palpitant in the dim light of the bedroom.

Inside his shorts, his massive erection stirred and jerked involuntarily, and Carla's eyes were glued to the spot, her interest intense.

This man's lips, tongue and hands had ignited a slow fuse that was sputtering away in her, and she was trapped in a morass of ecstatic sensations that raced through her voluptuous body in waves of erotic anticipation. The thing that really bothered her… and the reason she didn't want to become involved, this afternoon… was the telephone call she had received just before Jay's arrival. It was Joan who had called… and Carla had convinced her to come to her apartment that same afternoon. She had already agreed to having Jay there… but she hated to turn him away and lose the money. She hated worse the fact that he had turned out to be so ardent. Now… I'm all worked up… and I'll have to go through with it! Not that she didn't like the idea of being turned on by a man; she had been thinking of Joan, and the delicious things she had in mind for her. It had been farthest from her mind that she'd be responding to Jay… but she was. There was nothing she could do about it… now… She just hoped that she could get rid of him… before Joan arrived.

A mewling hum of anticipation emitted from her throat, as her eyes devoured him, watching the lurch of the outsized bulge in his shorts. Then, her own hands, well-manicured and lotion-softened, slid, sinuously, up over her body to the full moons of her breasts, where her fingers played, narcissistically, with the distended, berry-like buds of her nipples, the darker pink of their aureoles drawing up in sensitive wrinkles of soft flesh.

"God!" she moaned, finally, anxious for him to go on now, "Get your shorts off… so you can start fucking me… with that big cock of yours!"

While Jay had been watching her, he had reached back of him, to get the object he needed, from his shirt pocket. Now, he held it behind him, a lewd smile of anticipation on his face. She's hot… already… and it won't be long… now… before she'd be crawling up the walls!

Carla closed her eyes, expecting that he would be on top of her, digging and poking at her body and shoving his hard cock into her cunt. Then, he'd fuck her for all he was worth… until he came, frantically… and that would be that…

… But, it didn't happen that way!

She was caught by surprise, as the unexpected happened. Her body jerked, spasmodically, involuntarily, at the light, tickle of something that was moving inch by tortuous inch up the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, heading, she knew for the pulsating portal of her cuntal passage that gaped open to him, because of her obscenely splayed thighs.

Her eyes flew open, widening, as she gaped down to where Jay was leaning over her, a gaily colored blue and green peacock feather held in his fingers, lightly, as he twirled it, teasingly, on her vibrant, sex-tingling flesh. Instantly, she clamped her legs together.

"What the hell… do you think you're doing?" she demanded.

Jay grinned down at her, salaciously. "Getting you good and ready… for some wild fucking!" he told her, and went right on with his tantalizing torture of her, dragging it now up the valley of her close-held thighs.

Instinctively, her hands flew to her pubic mound, protectively, knowing in a flash that if he were actually to use the feather on her cunt there would be no end to her arousal… and she didn't want that. She still held the image, in her mind, of the expected pleasures she would have with the dark-haired Joan… when she arrived.

"My God, Jay… don't do that… to me!"

"Why not…?" he grunted. "It feels good… doesn't it?"

"Yes… but it's torture!"

"Not really! This'll turn you on… like nothing you've ever had before!" he grated, intent on what he was doing. "So you might as well lie back and enjoy it… for a while!"

Catching up her hands by the wrists, in a steel-fingered grasp, he pulled them away from the pulsating slit of her pussy.

"Now… open your legs!" he ordered.

"No! I-I won't let you do it!"

"I've paid you… in advance… you little whore!" he bellowed. "And, I'll do what the hell I please! Understand?"

Carla understood. She slowly relaxed the muscles of her thighs, to allow them to spread apart for his idea of fun. It could be worse! She told herself. At least… he's not one of the weird ones with whips… and crazy clothes!

The detective's triumph over her gave him a definite edge, now. Damn! It won't be long… until she's begging for mercy! Then… we'll see…

Jay released her hands, then, and focusing his full attention on what he was doing, began to tantalize her naked flesh with the peacock feather.

Groaning with helplessness, Carla felt the teasing lightness of the soft tip of the feather, as it tracked tiny circles of fire on the smooth skin of her inner thighs, darting into the hollows on either side of her sparsely hair fringed cuntal lips. She could have screamed with the excruciating torment, as it moved, relentlessly, toward its obvious target, through a deviously tortuous route.

Inexorably, the feather in his hand moved closer and closer, until finally, it trailed into the coralline moistness of her vaginal furrow, fringed, lightly, with the soft auburn curls of her pubic hair. Around and around he twisted it, dipping into her cuntal opening, momentarily, only to drag it, between the inner, petal-like lips that had begun to flower open with blood engorgement, and as he watched with lewd satisfaction he saw them begin to turn to a darker shade of pink.

Never had Carla experienced such an ecstatically sexy, nerve-charged, exciting sensation. She writhed on the bed, her hips undulating up to that torturing feather, and her breath came in uncontrolled, short, sharp pantings, as she felt him thrust it, twirlingly, in and out of her moist cuntal passage, igniting searing flames of desire that raced, unchecked in her nerve endings, like an all-consuming prairie fire, leaping before a strong wind and destroying all in its path.

She was ready… and already she had had enough of the feather, as she became aware of the slippery, warm moisture that exuded from the inner walls of her vaginal tunnel to ooze in viscid droplets into her cuntal portal. God! She was on fire with a desire she had never before felt.

"Oh, my God… Jay! Stop it! I can't stand it!" she groaned. "Stop playing around with me… and fuck me… damn it!"

"Later… Baby!"

Jay wasn't about to stop… yet; he wanted her completely helpless… He twisted the feather farther into the moist depths of her cent; then finally, after long moments it left her vagina and pirouetted upward to dance through the sparse, auburn fringe to the pulsating bud of her erectile clitoris, hidden in the defile of her womanly slit. He moved it, tormentingly, up and down the short length of the miniature phallus, coming to rest with a twirling motion on the sensitive triangle of its blood-engorged, sensitive head. She stifled a scream. Never, ever, had she experienced such exquisite agony… and joy, at the same time. She killed the building scream, in her throat, because she wouldn't allow him to know that he had subjugated her with an insignificant feather.

The peacock feather, in Jay's hand, danced teasingly on her throbbing clitoris for only a few moments, and just at the point when she was sure she could stand no more of it, the lust-inciting feather was suddenly gone. Then, she felt it trailing up through the fleecy softness of her pubic hair, across her abdomen and out over the flat, white plane of her smooth belly, dipping with a saucy twirl into the shallow depression of her navel and moving out to her groin to tantalize the soft hollows there.

Suddenly, with a broad sweep, the teasing peacock feather was on her breasts, orbiting them in a figure eight, which grew smaller with each evolution, moving upward on the full mounds of her trembling, white breasts, until it circled the crowning, cameo-pink of her hard-coned nipples.

Soft, mewling whimpers began to come, unbidden, from her lips, as the torturing feather, still moist from the dews of her cuntal opening, moved in ever smaller circles, until it proscribed only one of the hardened, erectile nipples, playing on the crinkled flesh of the aureole, then on the pink column of the tiny nipple itself, her quivering breasts set all atingle with the lascivious sensations it generated in them.

Then, Carla found herself wriggling her shoulders, her torso writhing, as she attempted to shove her breasts up against the teasing tip of the feather in Jay's hand. Her body, already crazed with overpowering desire, wanted more… and yet more.

She felt as though she were in a strong undertow, being dragged under water, and she was helpless in its grip. She was aware only of the throbbing ache of her loins that seemed to pulsate, radiatingly into her whole abdomen, the exuded, viscous moisture there making her even more expectant, the anticipation of what she expected to come to her… soon, stabbing excitedly deep into her very being. She couldn't wait any longer, it seemed… before she'd have to have Jay's big cock in her, filling her… fulfilling her… or she'd go out of her mind.

Frantically, her hands clawed upward to the magnificent orbs of her breasts; against her will, she kneaded and massaged them, cruelly, pressing them up from her supine, quivering body, offering them to the torment like a sacrifice.

Conscious control stopped… and she surrendered her body to the total, depraved enjoyment of the sensations the twirling, dancing feather engendered in her whole body that trembled with lewd anticipation.

The teasing feather left her breasts, suddenly, and she felt it trace a salacious path down through the moistly perspirant valley between her mounding breasts to swoop down and downward again to the throbbing pink flesh of her searingly expectant cunt. She gasped with sheer ecstatic joy, as she felt the moist tip of it slide down through her auburn pubic hair, to pause, momentarily, on her clitoris, where the twitching torment of the feather left her breathlessly writhing on the bed.

Carla almost screamed with frantic frustration when it didn't stop there, on her clitoris; instead, she felt it plow, lightly, down through her cuntal furrow, until it was running in tiny, orbiting circles around the brownish, puckered ring of her anus. The full moons of her buttocks spasmed, suddenly, as the tip of the feather nestled down between the orbs of white flesh to tantalize the sensitive flesh of her clenching rear passage.

That was it! She had reached her limit of tolerance.

"OOOOooooohhhh!" she groaned, with agonized rapture, as the unbelievably powerful sensations surged, uncontrolled through her body. "Oh, Christ! I-I can't take any more, Jay! Stop it! Take that damned feather away! Please…? Oh, please?"

In spite of his resolve to hold back his own sexual arousal, Jay found himself breathing heavily, as he half leaned and half crouched between Carla's wide-spread legs, torturing her with the gaily colored feather, watching as she writhed her full-curved hips, her clenching and unclenching anus seeming to claim the teasing feather as its own. It won't be long… now! He was gleeful… But the real fun'll come… when I finally get my cock in her! She'll go of like a Roman candle… on the Fourth of July!

His massive cock throbbed achingly. It was jerking, involuntarily, with his need to get it shoved into her cunt and start fucking, but he had to control himself… keep himself from doing what she expected. This was a battle of sexual wills, which he, for now, was winning… and he wanted to keep it that way.

Jay was aware that a tiny rivulet of clear, viscous lubricating fluid was oozing from the slit in his cock head. Reaching down, he grasped the pulsating shaft of his prick and milked back the loose foreskin to reveal the fiery red crown, heavy with engorged blood; then, he used his thumb to spread the lubricant over the chunky throbbing head, as with the other hand, he kept the feather alive and dancing, twirling it up through her cuntal slit to search out, again, her clitoris, peeping out from its enfolding ridges of cunt-flesh.

She screamed… loud!

"Stop! Stop! Please…? OOOooohhh… please… stop?!"

Now's the time! Jay leaned over her, staring straight into her tear-glistening eyes, still keeping the feather twisting tormentingly on her clitoris, and said, "You really want me to stop, Carla, Baby…?"

"Yesssssssss! I-I can't take any… more of it!"

"Okay… I'll stop… when you tell me who paid you to set-up Arnie Pearson… for a blackmail job?"

Shock, surprise and anger all crossed her lovely face in quick succession, as everything seemed to come tumbling down for Carla. She stared at him, strickenly, then cried, "No! NO! I don't know what you're talking… about?"

"… Ah, but you do… Baby! So… start giving me the answers… fast!" He dragged the feather down through her pulsing furrow and nestled it into the sensitive flesh of her anus, again. "Who was it, Carla?"

"Nobody!"

"Then… are you the one blackmailing Pearson?"

"No! Oh, God… no! It's not me!"

"Then, who?"

"It's…" She stopped.

"Who?" He lashed the feather deep into her cunt. "Who?"

"It's Mr. Ram-Ramsey… Warren Ramsey!" She gasped. "Now… will you… stop?"

Finally, with her last gasping words, the agonizing torment was suddenly lifted from her frustrated, aching cunt, leaving her breathless, as the tense muscles of her body relaxed, slowly, and she lowered her upraised pelvis, feeling both a sense of relief and of disappointment in her nerve-tortured loins. The feather in Jay's hands had brought her to the highest level of sexual excitement she had ever experienced… and because of it she would be in mortal danger. Warren… told me… he didn't want his name connected with it at all! Jack Stearns… was going to handle everything…! If either of them… ever find out… that I spilled it… My God! I could get k-killed…!

The peacock feather had served its purpose. Jay tossed it aside. "How much did Ramsey pay you?" he rasped out at her.

"Does that make any difference…?"

"Yeah… I want to know how important this is to him?"

"Two thousand…" Carla answered, feeling miserable.

"Now give me a few more names!" he barked. "Who else's in on this?"

"God damn you!" Carla spat. "Why don't you fuck me… instead of giving me the third degree!?"

"Names!" he barked. "Who else?"

"Jack… Jack Stearns… and another man… I think his name is Pratt… yes that's it… Ollie Pratt…"

"Okay… the inquisition's over!" Jay told her, looking down at her sensuously squirming body, his eyes lewd and filled with pure lust for her. He couldn't help but feel jubilant, now that he had the information he needed. "Now, we can get back to important things… like sex!"

Standing to his full height, Jay Ballard grasped her ankles and pulled her unresisting body toward the edge of the bed, until her buttocks extended slightly beyond the edge of the mattress.

Quickly, then, he knelt down between her wide-spread legs and pulled her knees up over his shoulders. Now, his mouth hung just above her still wildly pulsing vaginal opening. Christ! What a gorgeous cunt! He gaped down at the narrow, moistly pink slit, its slightly irregular opening bedewed with viscous droplets of moisture and saw that it was visibly throbbing with her need. Hell… she's almost ready to pop!

Through lust-crazed eyes, Carla looked down at him, where he knelt between her legs, and she could feel the warm palms of his hands against the softly tender flesh of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart. She knew his intention, welcomed it and instinctively wanted to open her legs even farther to give him easy access to her painfully aroused cunt. She wished, dimly, that it might have been Joan, her newest conquest kneeling there, ready to lick and suck her… but since it wasn't, Jay would have to do…

Then, fascinated, anticipating his next move she watched as the detective lowered his head between her tingling thighs, while, involuntarily, her hips undulated upward to meet the delicious sensations his mouth would bring to her.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!" she moaned, her body spasming, uncontrollably, as his moistly hot lips closed over her heated, pulsating cuntal mouth. Her vision blurred and her head pounded with her heartbeat, as he planted lewdly lascivious kisses on the tingling aperture of her wildly anticipating pussy, his tongue darting out to lash deep into the snug moistness of her quivering opening.

Now, her own hands moved with sure, sensuous knowledge, caressingly, over the twin hillocks of her swollen, throbbing breasts, her fingers teasing, again, the erectile, cameo-pink nipples for a moment, before they slid, sinuously, along her flat, white belly, until finally, they arrived at her groin, on either side of his lewdly sucking lips.

Stroking herself gently, her soft fingers rubbed up from the hollows of her flexing groin to the fleshy, hair-lined lips of her cunt, caressing all around them, until she could wait no longer; then, slowly, deliberately, she used her fingers to pull the pulsing lips of her pussy apart to allow his mouth the complete liberty of all her searing, moist furrow. She wanted all… and wanted to give all of herself to him.

p(line).***

Joan Pearson had known, almost from the first, when Arnie had met her at the airport that something was bothering him. She had tried to find out what it was… but he was closemouthed and non-committal.

Their love-making these few days was middling satisfactory; that is to say… it wasn't spectacular. No fireworks… or the earth moving under them was theirs.

Last night, Joan had wanted to put her newfound knowledge to work, knowing that if Arnie were to use his mouth on her, as Carla had… it would bring her vibrant body to exploding sexuality… but she didn't know how to bring it off… how to make her wishes known to him. In the end, she had said nothing. Arnie had fumbled through the sex act, bringing her finally to what she knew, now, was only a lower level of arousal. She had climaxed… but it was not the earth-shaking thing it could have been… if only…

There was a vague feeling of restlessness in her, on that morning… a slight sense of frustration, balanced by the knowledge that it didn't have to be that way… as she remembered the afternoon, before, with Carla… remembered how the other woman's mouth had skyrocketed her to the pinnacle of rapture.

Even though she had told herself that she wouldn't do it, she did. She picked up the telephone, which had just been installed in their apartment, and called Carla Reynolds.

The two women chatted, and in the end, Joan had agreed to come to Carla's apartment. Joan knew, when she broke the connection why she was going. She debated the question with herself… but all the arguments of her rational mind couldn't prevail over the rising excitement in her body. The more she thought about it… the more aroused and inflamed she became.

Finally, as it neared the time Carla had suggested, having told her that the "visitor" she expected would be gone already, Joan was on edge, unable to wait any longer. She called a cab, gave the driver the address and rode the fairly short distance to Carla's apartment. It's wrong… and foolish… I know… but I've just got to see her…!

Paying the cab driver, Joan walked up the stairs into the modern, apartment building and found Carla's door.

She started to ring the doorbell, but noticed that the door was standing slightly ajar. Carla was expecting her… and maybe she left the door open… on purpose… Impulsively, she gave the door an inward push. It swung open to reveal an empty living room.

"Carla…?" she called, softly.

There was no answer. She stepped inside and called out, again. She must be in the bedroom… A devilish curiosity took over. Do you suppose her visitor's still here…? Then, somehow, it seemed important for her to know: Is her visitor a man… or woman…?

Closing the door, firmly, this time, Joan walked farther into the apartment. She knew where the bedroom was and made unerringly for it, pausing to listen outside the door.

She heard the moans of a woman caught up in passion. Her curiosity led her on. I'll just peek in… then I'll leave… and come back later…

The bedroom door opened, soundlessly… and Joan saw that it was a man, who was bringing such rapture to the auburn-haired Carla.

The woman was moaning, incessantly, and as Joan watched she saw that the man kneeling between her whitely tapering thighs was using his mouth to suck and lick at her nakedly exposed cuntal slit. Carla's arms were pressed in tight against her sides, her eyes were tightly closed and her head flailed from side to side, her beautiful auburn tresses in total disarray, as she responded to the man with unbridled ecstasy. Joan knew that his mouth nuzzled up into the angle of Carla's thighs was generating all those delightful sensations reflected on her lovely face, as his agile, taunting tongue flicked out, its soft tip searching for then circling her palpitant clitoris.

Joan had really meant only to peek in then leave, as she had promised herself… but now, she stood rooted to the spot, unable to take her eyes from the hotly writhing body of the girl, Carla, on the bed.

… And, of course, that slow-building need that had been with her all day, and which had, finally, prompted her to come to Carla's apartment, burst into licking flames of desire in her loins, as she watched. She recognized it… knew that she'd have to be fulfilled… but this is Carla's little party… with her man "visitor"! She knew she should have left… right then…

Under Jay's voraciously active mouth, Carla felt his lips suck at her, drawing the warm, tender petals of her flowered-open cunt into the hot cavern of his mouth; then, it was her clitoris that received the attention of his licking tongue. He drew the tiny, erect bud up between his lips to suck it for a moment, before finally taking it lightly in his teeth, while his tongue teased its short length with sensuous flickings of his lingual member. She groaned out her pleasure from deep in her throat, mewling and purling as now the hot, searching tip of his sinuous tongue worked its way up and down the narrow length of her soft, pulsating furrow, beginning at her lower belly and pressuring its way down to the softly pliant opening of her hungrily clasping cuntal opening. Inexorably, then, his tongue worked lower and lower, down into the crevice of her resiliently hollowing buttocks, pausing, momentarily, to probe, moistly, at the tight, puckered ring of her sensitively clenching anal opening below. She gasped with the erotic shock of it, and her hips ground up at him, wildly, begging for more and yet more of the same.

Standing there in the doorway of Carla's bedroom, guiltily watching, Joan couldn't drag herself away… couldn't stop watching the lewd sex act. Almost hypnotically, her own hands sneaked up to her tingling breasts and caressed them through her dress. She had not worn bra or panties, daringly, knowing deep in the back of her mind her real reason for coming to the auburn-haired woman's apartment… Then, her hands moved down, down and down… until they smoothed into the hollows of her groin, and one of them snaked over to cover her pubic mound, a finger then going into the fleshy fold of sensitive flesh to her already erect clitoris. Unconsciously she rubbed, gently, at herself, through the light material of her mini-skirt. Oh, God… I'm getting so aroused… but there's nothing I can do… now… except… But, she didn't like to do that… to herself…

Carla's unceasing moans seemed to drive Jay's tongue faster and faster, as he slaved away at her steamingly voracious loins. Damn! He wanted the little bitch begging for it… screaming in agony to be fucked, when he was ready to shove his big cock into her. It was sadistic, he knew… and she was already more than ready, as he had taunted her with the feather… and now with his mouth… But, she'll know she's been fucked… when I'm through with her… because she'll blow her nuts… and just keep blowing! He liked it that way!

Suddenly, the excitedly writhing girl reached out to entangle her fingers in his hair, guiding his face in tight to the palpitating vestibule of her cuntal passage, snugging him in between her wide-splayed legs… and he stabbed his stiffened tongue deeply into the moist depths of her vaginal opening; then he withdrew it to flick, teasingly, swirlingly, around the ragged, coral-pink edges.

With lustful, sex-crazed strength, she pulled his head in even closer, pressing his mouth directly over the thin, vertical opening of her demandingly searing passage, and as his lips ovalled and covered the softly bearded mouth, he thrust his tongue into it, deeply, again, flicking it in and out, now, to a set tempo, in imitation of a fucking cock.

From deep in her throat emitted a low, guttural, animal-like groan, and below, her warm, trembling thighs closed, convulsively around either side of his slightly bobbing head. Carla was in a rapturous state, beyond all reason.

Jay could feel, clearly, the moist flesh of her silky smooth vaginal walls, as they slipped, sheathingly, around his long, agile tongue, the lining of her cunt seeming to clasp, pulsingly, around it in a tiny, milking motion of its own. Her heels, swung up over his back, pressed down hard, as she lifted her loins up to him, undulantly, and he felt almost as though he were caught in a fleshy trap. She pulled him in so hard that he could barely breathe.

For the several moments Joan had stood there, transfixed, she had concentrated her attention almost exclusively on watching what the unknown man was doing, down there, between Carla's lovely thighs, but now, her eyes wandered over the kneeling man's body. It was trim and hard-muscled, and he was a big man, she decided; although not as tall or heavy as Arnie. Then, below, she saw the hardened massiveness of his erectile penis, spearing out from his hairy loins. It was jerking and throbbing, wildly, and she could see the glistening droplets of clear, viscous fluid on its fiery, blood-engorged head. She gasped, aloud, a tiny sound, but it cut across the other sounds in the room… the soft mewlings from Carla… and the obscene sucking noises that the man's mouth made as he lashed his tongue deep into the auburn fringed orifice of her seething cuntal passage.

Carla heard it. Her eyes fluttered open to see Joan standing there. Joan, aware that her presence was known, turned in confusion to leave, her face turning crimson with her quick blush, as she was caught in her voyeuristic role.

"Oohh, Joan!" Carla breathed. "You're here… but don't go!" Instantly, she knew. She wanted Joan… too! Then, to Jay, she cried out, imploringly, "Jay… Let me up… now, so I can do Joan… while you fuck me… at the same time… please?"

Jay stopped, momentarily, looked up at her and asked, "Joan…? Who's she?"

"M-My girlfriend…!"

Jay looked around, startled, to see Joan standing in the doorway, poised, ready for flight. Then, he understood what Carla wanted, as he saw the dark-haired beauty of the young woman… and appraised her luscious body that was barely hidden by the light mini-shift she wore.

"Hell yes…!" he agreed. "It suits me fine… if she wants to…"

Carla released his hair, then, and Jay stood up, while she scrambled off the bed, her lust-filled eyes devouring Joan's figure. "You will… won't you… Joan…?"

"I-I don't know… Carla…" Joan stumbled. "I-I'll come back… later…" She turned, again, to leave the room.

Frantically, Carla scampered after her and trapped her in her naked arms. "Joan, honey…?" she pleaded. "I want you… and need you… too!" She felt her trembling body, her nipples, hard and erect, poking into her own naked breasts through the light material of her dress and knew that the black-haired woman was aroused, sexually. Then, as her hands smoothed down Joan's back, caressingly, to the full-orbed protuberances of her buttocks, she discovered that the other woman wore no panties either.

Joan moaned in her arms, as Carla's mouth sought hers and kissed her deeply; then, with gentle insistence, Carla moved her toward the bed, walking her backwards… until when they reached the edge of the bed, Carla laid her unresisting body down supine upon it.

Helplessly, Joan found herself on the bed, lying crosswise, and as Carla slithered down her body, she felt her dress being lifted and shoved up to her hips; then, as the beautiful auburn haired woman pried her legs apart and crawled in between them, she knew she couldn't resist any longer.

With an agonized moan of anticipation, she looked down to see Carla crouched between her legs, her mouth dropping down between her softly tapering thighs. Then, as the other woman's hotly moist tongue made electric-arcing contact with the sensitive flesh of her cuntal furrow, she gasped, aloud and raised her hips up, undulantly, in full submission to the highly erotic stimulation of her lashing tongue.

Jay had waited the few moments none too patiently. His cock had been incited to a jerking rock-hardness… and he had held himself back, purposely, for too long already. Damn! His balls ached, and he had to get his cock shoved into her… and start fucking, now! If he didn't… Hell! I'll be shooting my cum all over the place!

No sooner had Carla crouched down between Joan's legs, her smooth, white buttocks waving nakedly up behind her, than Jay moved in smoothly to stand in back of her, his hands reaching out, claw-like, to grasp her swiveling hips.

With a frantic moan, he flexed his pelvis forward, as he used the power of his arms to haul her buttocks back to him; at the same time, his wildly pulsating cockhead nudged into her heated vaginal opening. Then, glancing down quickly to see that he was on target, he rammed his hugely throbbing cock deep into her cuntal passage, in one powerfully smooth thrust. He felt her backward push against him and heard her gasp of pleasure, as his pubic bone smacked up hard into the smooth crevice between her whitely trembling buttocks.

Carla's agile, knowing tongue snaked out to lick insanely at Joan's erect, pulsatingly hard clitoris, concentrating on the tiny, sensitive head of it. The exquisitely racing sensations caused her to moan aloud; then as she heard Carla's sharply in-drawn gasp, she looked up to see that the man Carla had called Jay was standing behind her woman lover's buttocks, a contorted look of pure lust on his face, as he rammed his massive, fully erect cock deep into Carla's warmly clasping vaginal opening. In that instant, she realized that she was now part of a three-linked chain, with Carla being the middle length… both active and passive… giving and receiving, at one and the same time. It crossed her mind faintly: Will they be expecting m-me… to… to do that… too…? Then, she wondered for a moment about it… wondered what she would do… or whether she would even consider it… if it came up, but she forgot it promptly. Those delicious sensations down there, between her legs, were driving her wild with sensual delirium, and mindlessly, she ground her loins up to Carla's hungry mouth, to seek a forbidden ecstasy again.

Standing behind Carla, Jay drove his goring cock in and out of her, like a rutting boar, as his aching, rock-hard shaft soared far up into the warm, moist depths of her clasping vaginal sheath.

… And Carla, who had spiraled upward to the very brink of her orgasm… and hung there for what seemed an eternity, stimulated first by that tormenting feather then by his licking, sucking mouth, was nudged over the edge quickly, into soaring orgasm… a release that shattered her, as she convulsed, again and again, under his plundering assault from the rear. She exploded like a stick of dynamite, with a delayed fuse.

Finally… she was there. She came, screaming, "Oh, my God! IIIII'mmmmm Cuuuuuummmmmmmiiiiiinnngg! Aaaamaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuggggghhhhh!"

Her vision dimmed, hearing blurred, and suddenly she was weak, unable to hold herself up on knees and elbows. She collapsed into a satiated heap on top of Joan, moaning out her exquisite joy, almost unconscious from the intensity of her final release… and, as she collapsed, falling forward to lie prone on top of Joan, Jay's rampaging cock was pulled clear of her still moistly milking cunt, to leave them both frustrated and unsatiated.

Joan groaned, "Oh… p-please… Carla… keep on doing it?"

"God damn!" Jay exploded. "Just when it was getting good!"

Desperately he tried to haul the auburn-haired one's hips back into position, but she was relaxed, dead weight, her body refusing to function. Christ! He had to go on… now, and with Carla out of action, there was only one thing left to do…

Pausing only long enough to roll Carla's sex-satisfied body aside, he crawled up between the softly grinding whiteness of Joan's still widespread thighs and wedged himself down between them.

"Joan, Baby – whoever you are…" he growled, "we're both in the same boat… frustrated as hell… and I'm going to fuck you… right now!"

It was confusing. Things had happened so fast that Joan hadn't time to think about it at all. It just happened… and she let it happen. She didn't object, because it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world.

"Oh, God… yessss!" she gasped, reaching down between them to guide the massively hardened shaft of his cock straight into her searingly aroused cuntal passage.

Flicking his hips, Jay plunged the hardness of his almost bursting cock deep into the moistly clinging depths of her pussy, goring into her with demonic fury… and on the instant, Joan became an adulteress, helpless to change the firm course of events. She could not have denied the demands of her sexually aroused body then… even if she had wanted to do so. Her tensions building during the day, her watching Jay and Carla… followed by the taunting stimulation of Carla's mouth all worked against her… and she was too far gone…

Joan groaned as his throbbingly lust-inflated cock slammed deep into her, the bulbous head pressing waves of her tender vaginal walls ahead of it, until with a sharp smack, his sperm-laden balls slapped up against the nakedness of her trembling upturned buttocks.

Afraid that he had held himself back too long, Jay began to fuck in and out of her hungrily clasping young vaginal sheath with insane, plundering lunges, using all the strength of his body to drive his demanding cock deeper and deeper and faster and faster, while beneath him, Joan, oblivious to all but the ecstatic sensations racing through her, began to match him, lifting her loins up to him in counteringly undulant gyrations.

… and suddenly she was on a run-away escalator that hurtled her upwards toward her orgasm… and she heard herself, chant up into his face, "Fuck me! Hard! Oh, God… fuck me!"

Instinctively, she pulled her thighs back to her chest, until her aching, perspiring breasts were mashed flat, and she felt him bear down hard on her, his torso pressing her legs back even farther. The whole of her now hotly pulsating pussy was offered up to him, allowing him to thrust all the more deeply into her wildly convulsing belly.

Writhing sensuously under him, Joan's head flailed from side to side, as she climaxed in shuddering emotional release, her body seeming to soar into deep space, where for a moment, there was no time or place, only the rapture of completion, the fulfillment of a promise.

"Oooooh… Oooooooooohhhhhh! Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhh!" she screamed. "I'm… going… to… cuuuuummmmmmm!"

Several slamming strokes later, Jay's spewing orgasm came to him, his hotly jetting semen racing the full length of his wildly pumping cock to splash deep up into the moist warmth of her involuntarily milking cuntal passage. Then, with a groan, he slumped down on top of her, completely spent… satisfied. "God damn!" he blurted. Two of them! I fucked two women… one after the other!

Beneath him, Joan felt the throbbing lurches of his pumping cock, as her own sexual excitement began slowly to subside… and, then, reality intruded. Suddenly, she realized what had happened. OOooh, my God! I've just cheated on Arnie! It's adultery…! And, I didn't want that… didn't intend to… to…

Tears of remorse began streaming down her eyes. I've got to get out… of here! "Let me up!" she wailed.

Jay complied, rolling away from her to his side, as she quickly scrambled off the bed, pulled her skirt down around her thighs and made for the door.

Raising herself up on an elbow, Carla called after her, "Joan, honey… don't leave, yet… please?"

Her plea fell on deaf ears. Joan was determined to leave. She was already at the front door, when Carla called to her, again, "Will you… come back, Joan?"

The door slammed.

"Joan… who…?" Jay asked. Hell! I never saw her naked!

"I don't know… just Joan…" Carla answered dismally. "She'll probably not… come back, again."

"Do you have a thing with her?"

"We could have… I think!"

He reached out for her to take her into his arms, but she resisted him, saying, "You got all… and more than you came for… so you might as well buzz off, too!"

Jay knew she was right. "Okay…" he agreed.

"Are you a private detective…?"

"Yeah…"

"I hope you drop dead!" she snapped vehemently. "… Because… if they ever find out… you were here…"

"Don't worry… everything you told me is confidential! I'll never tell!" he assured her.

"Oh, God, I hope so! Now, get the hell out of here!"