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CHAPTER TWO

Mitzi toyed with her half-empty drink and turned sideways on the bar stood to listen to the music which came from the small combo. The beautiful blond sighed heavily. She had not been able to get out of her apartment before Blake phoned. At least tonight he had called, and not just shown up at her door with a bottle in his hand and sex on his mind.

"Look," he said in an assuring tone. "I know you have that hang-up about messing around with any of the men in the apartments. All right, I can't understand it, but I accept it. I'll keep my hands off."

"That should be a rich new experience," she answered tartly, resentful of his calling her and using up her time like this.

"Honest, Mitzi," he protested. "I would like to talk with you about a favor. I need a big favor, need it badly."

"What have you done for me that I owe you anything?" she snapped through the phone. "I'm sorry, Blake. That was uncalled far, wasn't it? So what is this big favor?"

"My boss," he answered. "The old man is coming in next week. I'd like to show him a few good evenings out. If I could line him up a date with a gorgeous blond, I'm sure the old geezer would be impressed with me."

Mitzi gasped at what the young executive was leading to. She trembled as she looked at the receiver in her hand. She started to slam it down, then changed her mind.

"Go to hell, you bastard!" she hissed into the instrument. Then she slammed it down.

The sexy woman strode angrily out of her apartment, slamming her door a loudly as she had slammed down the phone. Damn him, anyway! Just because she was horny, just because she needed her husband home more than on weekends, was no reason for the son of a bitch to think she'd be his special gift to an unknown boss. Hell no!

She was still burning with rage as she came out of the elevator in the garage. She paused to calm herself before walking over to her small sports car. Lewis, the security guard, waved warmly toward her and stepped out of his small office to check the garage, just making sure that she was safe. Mitzi felt a surge of warmth for the old man. At least Lewis was not trying to get her in bed with himself or with anyone else.

Lorraine Benton had tried earlier in the afternoon to interest the luscious blond in a little extra-marital fun and games. She had known Lorraine for a number of years. They had worked as models together a few years back. The lusty redhead was a little too overdeveloped for fashion modeling any longer. Lorraine had found another way of displaying her voluptuous body. She had signed on with a well-known convention bureau. She worked as hostess or handled various displays at major conventions in Los Angeles. She also was available as a date in the evenings for important visitors and speakers.

The redhead had been trying to recruit her blond friend for years. The campaign had increased when Carl's job took him on the road all week.

"I mean, after all," Lorraine explained, "You don't need to sit home and be bored all day and all night. This way, you'll meet exciting people and be a part of all sorts of activity. You'll be a more exciting wife for Carl to come home to on weekends."

"If I'm not all fucked out!" Mitzi answered sharply. "Honey, I know what's expected of a convention hostess. You remember, we used to contract for some of them when I was modeling."

"And you never went to bed with any man unless you wanted to fuck him!" Lorraine reminded her. "It's no different now, none at all. It's all up to you."

"And up to how persistent the man is. How persistent, how drunk, how horny, how rough," the blond muttered. "No way, baby. I'll sit at home and go stir crazy before I get involved in that sort of thing."

Mitzi finished her drink and motioned to the bartender for another. She reached in her purse for the money, firmly pushing the bill from the man beside her back toward his glass. She insisted on buying her own drinks. Too many men felt that if they bought a girl's drink, they had just purchased bedroom rights as well.

Mitzi laughed at the thought. Shit, if she put her cunt on the market, she could get a couple a hundred a lay. She had gotten tips of that amount when she worked as a model. So how did the dumb jerks think they could buy two-hundred-dollar pussy for a two-dollar drink? Let him keep his money and go fuck his fist. That's probably worth a couple of dollars.

She shook her head at her bitterness. What had the poor guy done to deserve such hostility? He had merely tried to pay for her drink. It was Lorraine she was angry at, Lorraine and Blake, who wanted her to make her cunt available at their call. No, she admitted. She wasn't really mad at them. She was mad at Carl, at Carl who was probably still fucking away with some broad he'd picked up at the hotel. She glanced down at her watch. It would be past two on the East Coast. Would the unknown cunt be cuddled in bed beside him or would she have dressed and slipped out of his room as soon as it was over?

Mitzi forced herself to watch the couples dancing on the small, cozy dance floor in front of the band. She had to forget about Carl. She had to put that out of her mind. There was no need to let her suspicions, her jealousy tear her up like this. The young blond watched the way the dancers swayed, their bodies pressed tightly together, their shoulders moving to the music, tits pressed into chests, legs sliding against legs. She didn't realize the slow tingling desire that had begun in her body, that slowly pulsed in her cunt. She took another deep sip of her drink and smiled hazily, her body swaying ever so slightly to the music.

She looked up as someone touched her arm. She turned her face up, ready to give the polite refusal she had been giving all night as various men came by to ask her to dance. Her lips had formed the words when, for some reason she couldn't fathom, she rose and took the man's arm. Mitzi smiled up at him as they threaded their way to the dance floor. Her body shivered in delight as he placed his arms around her. Her tits throbbed as they mashed against his chest. She danced against him, feeling his legs move against the soft material of her slacks. Her pussy moved sensuously against his thigh. She felt guilty for the pleasure she was feeling. She felt guilty but excited at the same time.

"John Acton," he whispered in her ear. "You from Los Angeles?"

"Mitzi," she answered, then, "Yes, I live here. In fact I was born here. You?"

"Detroit," he answered. "I'm here for a few weeks on business. This is the first night I've had enough free time to get out for a drink."

John rattled on, telling her about his job and the executive training program that had brought him to the West Coast. Mitzi was aware of his voice, though not of what he was saying. She snuggled against him, suddenly feeling quite secure and content in his arms. They danced until the combo finished the slow ballad, then swung into a rock number. John made no attempt to lead her back to her seat so Mitzi remained on the floor, twisting her body to the frenzied music while he tried to keep up.

His eyes fixed on the way her tits bounced beneath the tight blouse, the seductive V of her crotch, the soft curves of her thighs. He watched her, his cock slowly swelling in response to the beauty of the luscious blond.

Mitzi saw the excitement her movements caused. She was aware that John was not the only man watching her. She had the attention of most of the males sitting about the bar. She shivered under the caresses of two dozen eyes on each curve. She shivered and moved her body more sensuously than ever.

The drinks, the music, the adrenaline released by her anger and frustration, they all united to drive her into a wild, suggestive dance. Mitzi thrilled at the flow of her body, panted from the physical desire which began to surge through her. She waved her ass before John. She shook her tits at him. She weaved her legs for his benefit. Her lips parted, moisture beading along her sensuous mouth as her eyes offered their invitation.

He drew her against himself when the music paused. He hugged her against his body, feeling the trembling excitement that possessed her. His cock shuddered on contact with her soft, pliant thigh.

"Damn!" he whispered in her ear as she pressed her throbbing tits against him. "I'd better get you out of here before the men come after you for a gang rape."

Mitzi waited for him to lead her from the floor. Instead, he took her tightly in his arms as the combo continued with a slow, dreamy tune. He pulled her tighter, his prick warm and promising through the clothing. His chest swelled against the soft fullness of her tits. His hand drifted down her back and rested just at the swell of her ass. Mitzi melted into him, her pussy clinging to his leg as he tried to dance with her.

"Liar," she whispered up to him. "You said you'd take me out of here."

"You'd go?" he asked in shock as she felt his body freeze against her. "You'd leave with me?"

"Why not?" she asked. Why the hell not? Carl might even be still fucking some broad in his hotel room. Shit! Her husband had probably used up one and gone out for another. Carl was that active. Mitzi was past realizing that she could be imagining it all. She was too horny to accept the possibility that her husband might have retired just as unfulfilled as she. She had sipped too much booze to consider that he just may have spent the evening working in preparation for his sales conference tomorrow. She had convinced herself that Carl was fucking some strange girl and was in the mood to get even with him. The only way she could think of was to get herself fucked, just as thoroughly as she assumed he was balling the pick-up.

John Acton stared a moment at the luscious blond woman. He could scarcely believe his cars. The most delicious woman he'd ever seen was calmly agreeing to go with him. His cock pounded against his pants. His heart beat wildly in his chest. He swallowed hard, then took her arm and led her through the bar toward the door.

"My purse," she told him. Mitzi pulled free and walked to her seat at the bar.

He watched her walk away, watched the swing of her gorgeous ass, watched the flow of long, lovely legs. Her soft, blond hair swung lightly about her shoulders and glowed in the dim lights of the bar. He felt a sudden moment of panic. She had used this aw a ruse to get away from him. She had felt his cock swelling large and menacing against her. She had been frightened of him and had told him she'd go with him merely as a way to get off the dance floor and out of his arms.

John stood forlorn as he watched her walk to the stool where he had found her. He fully expected her to climb back up and smile as though nothing at all had happened.

He gasped as she reached for her purse, then turned and walked back toward him. Her fantastic tits thrust promisingly against the satin blouse. The V of her crotch was even more maddening as she walked, smiling, toward him. He was trembling with excitement by the time she reached him. He put an arm about her waist and ushered her out the door, into the small parking lot.

"I'd better follow you," she said. "That way you won't have to bring me back here for my car."

Mitzi pointed out her car and let him help her in. She lifted her face for him to kiss her as she started the engine. Her lips parted, sucking his tongue inside. She sucked softly, but fully on him as he kissed her. John reached down and laid a hand on her waist as he kissed the girl, letting it steal up and press into a ripe tit.

"Mmmmm," she murmured, kissing more passionately and rubbing the tit about his hand. "Mmmmmm," she cooed, then drew her face back from his kiss. "We'd better get where we can continue that. Where are you staying, in case I lose you on the way?"

He gave her the name of the motel where he had taken a room and turned to walk to his car. She backed her car up, then roared out of the lot, waving to him as she swung out onto the street. He felt again that she was gone, that she had simply played out one last taunt before driving herself home. She probably did this sort of thing several times a week, just to get her kicks. He was so convinced of this that he almost went back into the bar. He almost stopped at another bar. He had actually pulled his car into an all-night restaurant to grab a hamburger. He shrugged his shoulders and drove through the restaurant's parking area and back onto the street. He had gone this far. He might, at least, drive to his motel and see if she did show up.

"What kept you?" Mitzi laughed as he finally parked beside her. "I'd almost given up on you."

She hopped out of the sports car and waited for him to lead her to his door. John's mind was whirling helplessly. She did meet him. She met him for the sole purpose of fucking him. It was impossible to believe. It floored him. A girl this beautiful would never be a casual pick-up. Shit! Mitzi could have any man in Los Angeles. A girl that looked like this could have any damn man in the country. So why the hell was she bouncing along beside him as though anxious to hop in his bed and take his cock into her?

He fumbled for his key, finally found it, and unlocked the door. Mitzi stepped inside and turned, waiting for him to enter and take her in his arms. Her mind was swirling with the excitement of the night. She hadn't done this, hadn't let herself be picked up by a man since she'd met Carl, since she'd gone with Carl to his hotel room that night three years ago. She gasped as John grabbed her roughly, his body pounding against her. She yielded to his impassioned kiss, to his roving hands, to his lunging cock. She sucked back on his mouth and rubbed her pussy frantically against him.

"God!" he panted as he drew back and looked down into her eyes. "Damn! What a woman you are! Ohhhh, what a hell of a piece of woman!"

She smiled as his hands ran beneath her blouse and up over her tits. She twisted about to heighten the sensuous thrill of his touch. Her body was betraying her. She could hardly stand from the erotic excitement of his caress, of his touch. The blond began pulling his shirt from him, her fingers gliding through the thick hair of his chest in taunting, playful fashion while he released her bra and filled his delighted hands with her ripe and throbbing tits.

"Mmmmm," she sighed. "Oooooo, that feels so good! I've been needing this. Damn, but I need more."

She unzipped his fly and reached inside for his pulsing cock. Her hands lifted the warm rod through the fly, out into her erotic caresses. She pumped the rigid prick, then slipped one hand back into the fly and teased his balls.

Mitzi felt his legs tremble as she drove him to deeper passion. He was panting wildly, nostrils flaring in sexual rage as he lifted her up and carried her to the bed. He laid her across the spread and looked down at her. She smiled up at the desire on his face, at the shuddering anticipation of his pocket. She smiled her most inviting smile and slowly pushed her slacks downward.

John Acton swallowed the hot lump that kept forming in his throat. He gasped at the soft beauty waiting below him. She finished removing her slacks and lay back, pulling her blouse and bra the remainder of the way from her shoulders. The artificial lighting gave an even creamier glow to her skin, a more golden sparkle to her hair. He gaped at the soft golden cunt hair which glistened trough the thin panties. His mouth dropped open helplessly as he stood transfixed by the unbelievable beauty of the young woman.

"Hurry up!" she whispered to him. "You going to stand around all night or you plan to get to fucking."

Mitzi felt amusement sweep through her as John jumped at her words. He quickly stripped out of his clothing and turned back toward her. He was a damn fine hunk of man, she admitted as she looked at the broad shoulders, the lean, muscular thighs, the solid arms. Without his clothes on he seemed more like an athlete, more, like a man who did physical work for a living. Her tits shivered in expectation as he dropped onto the bed beside her. He had the body far a good fuck. He sure the hell had the cock for it!

"Mmmmm," she sighed as he caressed her tits. "I've been waiting all night for this."

He leaned down and began kissing her tits as she reached once again for his pulsing pecker. She pumped him firmly, thoroughly as he sucked her nipples into hardened spikes. She played with his prick and fingered his balls while it felt as though he was sucking her whole being through her glowing breasts. He sucked and caressed them, his hands roving passionately over them, beneath them, round them, between them. He pulled them up to get a better mouthful of tit, then mashed them against her chest.

His fingers played over her nipples as she twisted about the bed, lost in the delirious thrill of his foreplay. The man was good. He was damn good! He was as good as Carl had been that first night when he took her to his hotel room. Mitzi was also as horny as she had been the night she met Carl, the night she had rubbed herself against him in the small bar until his cock was clearly outlined against his pants.

"Ohhhhh!" John gasped as she pumped his cock roughly, pulling the skin far back along the glowing shaft. "Uhhhhmmmm! Damn, if you aren't the most delicious tease I ever met."

"Who's teasing?" she laughed breathily. "I'm dead serious. I plan on having a hell of a fuck tonight."

She wrapped her legs around him and rolled him over, then let him roll her back. His cock raged against her, struggling to make it into her pussy while they thrashed about the bed. She heard him panting furiously, gasping for breath in the erotic excitement her actions had generated. He fought against her play, finally pinning her beneath him and forcing his cock into the lips of her cunt.

"That should hold you down," he muttered to her. "I'll nail this pecker into you. Then we'll see how easy it is for you to roll around the bed."

The throbbing prick drove into her cunt, rubbing heavily against her clit until Mitzi was shaking frantically with the raw passion it generated. She caught her breath quickly, her body panting for more of the marvelous length of meat.

"Mmmmmm!" she hissed. "Oooooo, I want more! Feed it to me, sweetheart! Feed me that cock! Oooooo!"

John thrust his cock deeper into her as his hands clawed sensuously at her tits. He felt her arch her back to shove the delicious globes against his caresses. He fingered the lovely flesh, then dropped one hand to caress her shimmering asscheeks. His cock went wild at the touch of her pussy walls around it. She was pulsing and contracting along the steaming shaft, matching his insane lust with a passion of her own. Her legs wrapped about him, clutching him against her, straining to draw him deeper and deeper into her soft cunt.

"Mmmmmm," she sighed deeply as her body shuddered with happiness. "Mmmmmm, so much cock. So much luscious prick!"

"You'll feel this prick before I finish with you," he panted. "I'll give your cunt a taste of cock!"

"Yes!" she answered. "Ohhhhh, yes! Let me taste it! Come on, baby! I want to taste it! I want to feel it explode in me! Ride me! Ride the hell out of me!"

His prick lunged madly into her delirious pussy. He balled her roughly. He balled her deeply. The thrashed about the bed as each of their bodies responded to the passion of the other. They clawed at each other, hands going wild at the touch of sensitive skin. Their lips met in a deep, searching kiss. Their tongues met in lustful combat while they sucked the breath from each other.

Mitzi felt her climax mounting, inside her. She hadn't had a man for almost a week now. She was ready to feel his cock go off in her. Her pussy began to pulse rapidly. The throbs built up until they became a singe almost paralyzing shimmer all through her. She lay helpless, gasping and panting as her body erupted in orgasm. She tried to speak, to urge John to his completion. Only deep moans of ecstasy came out. She gasped and panted, hoping he could realize her condition, hoping he would release his charge of cum.

She did not need to tell the man she was coming. Her pussy made it completely clear to his roaring cock. John felt the girl gasp beneath him, felt the sucking action of her cunt. His cock sloshed through her pouring juices, driving steadily to his own massive explosion. The young executive trembled as he felt his charge growing, felt it mount along the length of his cock, felt it come pouring out as his prick shook and pounded in wild rapture.

"Ahhhhh!" he gasped as his cock quivered inside her. "Ohhhhhh! Here it comes, baby! I'm going to let it flow! Damn, what a load! Ahhhhh!"

He felt the cum blowing out of his frenzied cock. He felt Mitzi gasp and shudder in response. They rolled and tossed. They bucked and pounded. They fucked long and deep. Then they collapsed on the bed, to doze off amid the merged scents of their juices.