Message-ID: <34808asstr$1011323404@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: kellis X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2002 11:12:24 -0500 (EST) Subject: {ASSM} The Last Fling: Thelma's Secret {Varkel} (Mff MF Oral) Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2002 22:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, hecate The Last Fling April to December Twice Presented as a Series of Episodes by Varkel Copyright (c) Varangian and Kellis, January, 2002 Episode 7: Thelma's Secret "Reggie, you once told us that twats have always ruled the world." Anita stared at the young man defiantly with owlish eyes. She seemed intent on setting him up, although he appeared not to realize it. "Perhaps I did say something like that, Nita. Someone has called it the 'Labial Theory' of history, but I don't subscribe to it." "Subscribe?" Betsy grinned ironically. "History is like a magazine?" "I mean I don't agree with it." "If it's a magazine," the blonde continued with a sneer, "men are the writers." "Indeed most historians are men, Betsy. What's your point?" She shrugged. "They give themselves all the credit." "Well, not entirely. We've already studied several women who were given the credit, as you say. I remind you of Cleopatra, Elizabeth I, Catherine the Great --" Betsy was nodding. "'Cause they couldn't settle on a _man_ for the job." He shook his head. "Sometimes, perhaps, but in fact there were many reasons --" Anita interrupted in a decisive tone. "Men like for twats to rule." "They do? Why do you say that?" "You let one rule _you_, don't you?" she groused. "An old one. I don't understand it. You've been away with her for three whole days this time. She can't fuck better than the two of us." "Of course not," Betsy snapped. "We're younger!" "Younger and prettier too!" the small brunette ranted. "What's so great about her flabby old twat?" "Sex is not everything," Reggie responded with a smug grin. "Thelma is a mature person who appreciates more than just my cock." "Not everything?" Betsy exclaimed and jumped to her feet. "Yeah, it's not everything when you've got too much of it. Reggie, you dummy, you think you now have all the pussy in the world and it'll last forever, don't you!" Anita also stood. "Remember when you first came here? You ain't got laid but a couple of times in your whole life. I caught you whacking off, you's so hard up!" Betsy put a hand on the smaller one's shoulder and turned to face her with narrowed eyes. "Maybe that old bag can last as long as Reggie. You think that's it, Nita?" "But they's _two_ of us," Anita responded. "I bet we could wear him out." An impish grin spread her lips. "We could take turns on him till he can't get it up no more and begs for mercy." "Girls, girls!" He rapped on the table with a ruler. "You're grammar is going to pot. Calm down! We're supposed to be studying history this morning." "This _is_ history, Mr. Teacher," Betsy sneered. "At least it will be in a little while when you're worn out and lying on the floor with a useless cock." "Yeah!" the smaller one exclaimed into the man's face. "Then you can go back to Thelma and she can _appreciate_ what's left of you." The two girls trapped the young man in his chair. Betsy pulled up his buttoned shirt until it caught on his head while the smaller one jerked his shorts below the knees. "Don't rip the clothes," he shouted in amusement. "I suppose we can have a recess now." "Playtime!" Betsy announced. "Yeah! Time out for fucking!" Anita added and pulled down the man's shorts to reveal his impressive tool at full erection. Reggie rose to his feet, shrugged the girls aside and stripped naked. "So, you want to have a contest," he announced confidently. "Who's first?" The two girls looked at each other slyly then put their heads close together for a whispered consultation. Anita suddenly ran from the room while Betsy moved to the side of the huge bed. "She'll be right back, Reg," the blonde explained with a smirk. She began to undress. "You can start with me." He watched her strip and lie back upon the bed with legs wide spread over the edge. She smiled and extended a hand in invitation. He leaned over between her legs, supporting himself on one arm. She guided him into her. Upon penetration he thrust all the way home. "Oomph!" she gasped, adding with a grin, "You do love to shove, don't you, teach?" His response was to begin a relentless pounding of long, hard strokes. The blonde's face registered satisfaction and the onset of pleasure, but wide-open eyes suggested a worry that her challenge might have been a mistake. Anita raced back into the room with a substantial dildo in one hand and a jar of Vaseline in the other. She stood behind the laboring man for a moment to grease the instrument. When finished, she positioned the rubber substitute at his anus and pushed it in with the weight of her body behind it, exclaiming in triumph, "Cavalry to the rescue, Betsy!" Reggie emitted a squawk, paused in mid stroke but did not seek to free himself from the invasion. He quickly resumed his probing of Betsy while Anita worked the dildo gleefully from behind. After a couple of minutes the man pressed his body against Betsy's, arched his head up and yelled, "Oh, Christ!" "We did it! We did it!" Anita crowed and yanked the seven-inch tool free of him. Reggie collapsed to his knees on the floor, leaning against the bed between the blonde's dangling legs. He looked up at Anita in astonishment. "How did you think of that?" he asked. He shook his head ruefully. "That was the best ever." "We know you like boys fucking you, Reggie!" the smaller exclaimed excitedly, skipping in place. "We guessed this would bring you off in a hurry." He grinned and rose to his feet. "But I'm not done yet," he announced. "You're next, Nita." Betsy struggled to her feet. "But you were too quick, Reg," she grumbled with a frown. "You didn't finish me." Nevertheless she took the dildo from Anita. The small brunette spread herself invitingly on the bed face up. The man positioned himself over her but turned back to regard Betsy. "Ease it in, sweetheart. Don't jam it," he pleaded briefly. "Yeah, just like you do us!" She was gentle despite the sarcasm. Having penetrated him, she found that when she held the dildo rigidly still, the pumping man became the moving cylinder to her piston. "Ooo," he began to moan in time to his thrusts into the smaller woman, who answered in soprano harmony. Betsy frowned with envy. "You still owe me, Reggie," she admonished. "I'm next." * * * Later that morning Lou and Jack glanced into the classroom to learn the cause of unaccustomed quiet in the house. Reggie and the two girls dozed on the bed in a tangle of limbs. The place reeked of sex, but schoolbooks lay open on the table and a diagram, apparently of royal succession, graced the whiteboard. "School days were never like that for me," Lou remarked wistfully. "I think we missed something, pal," Jack groused, "unless you had the camera set on automatic. "Not I." The stout one grinned wryly. "It's _your_ rule not to leave them turned on all night." "Might cause a fire. Should we wake the kids up?" "You mean, kiss their cunts, like Sleeping Beauties?" The tall man sneered, "I'll leave Reggie to you!" Chuckling, they turned and left the room, pulling the door closed silently. "I'll bet we did miss something," muttered Lou as they went down the hall. "Sometimes the girls leave the equipment on," Jack commented hopefully. "Not the cameras." "It won't hurt to check." In the secret room one glance at the recently installed control panel told the tale. "_Somebody_ turned them on -- in automatic mode, too!" cried Lou. Jack added, "And put in a fresh cassette." They waited impatiently for the tape to rewind. Through the one-way mirrors the two girls and their instructor, all birth-naked save for the man's wristwatch, remained entangled on the bed, motionless except for gently heaving breasts. "Hit it!" cried Jack when the _Ready_ lamp relit. Both old men stared in fascination at the depicted scene. Reggie was pumping madly atop one of the girls -- Betsy, the watchers decided from glimpses of blonde hair. "Where's Nita?" Jack demanded. "Probably went to turn on the cameras." As he spoke the scene shifted to the left and followed the brunette, also nude, hurrying toward the bed with something in each hand. The Doppler sensors had switched to her because she was moving much faster than the mating couple. "That's not all she went for," Jack remarked with a gape. Both men laughed at Reggie's subsequent gasp and shudder. "Where the hell did she get that fake dick?" Lou cleared his throat. "As a matter of fact, I bought them a few toys." "Did you!" The tall man grinned slyly around at his friend. "I guess it follows, then, that you won't have to ask Reggie how it feels." * * * "You a-sleeping, Lou?" "Uh, harrumph! No, just drowsing. That you, Betsy?" "Nah. It's your new girl." "My what?" Just enough corner lamplight filtered through the drapes to discern a grayer than black outline before him. He rose up on an elbow, but shook his head. That was Betsy's voice! Something heavy depressed the bed beside him. His hand felt a cool thigh, firm but smooth. Another's hand stroked his belly through the sheet. With a grin he said lightly, "A new girl, eh?" She demanded, "Where's the end of this --" She found the top of the sheet and threw it off him. He was not surprised when her hand immediately encircled his flaccid manhood. He noted dryly, "You've found the end, all right. What time is it?" "Your clock says 3:51, but who cares?" "Couldn't you sleep? Get in here beside me and let's cuddle." More weight depressed the bedside. His hand on her thigh was suddenly in a thicket of wiry hair. Automatically he found the clit and the moist aperture beneath it. Her hand cupped his scrotum. She seemed content to sit beside him, thigh contacting his knee. She asked, "How much did these braces cost?" He thought a moment before responding, "As you said, who cares?" "Girl at the mall showed up with them a while back, said her guy paid five grand. What did _you_ pay?" "About that, but so what? You're already becoming a beautiful woman, princess. When those teeth straighten up, you'll also be perfect." She drew in a breath. "Oh, god, Lou!" "What's the matter?" "I don' know nothing else to do for you!" "Oh yeah? I remind you, sugar, you're about to do a whole lot for me in five and a half months." "Huh? Oh. You mean the brat." "The brat!" he repeated scornfully. "Our baby shall be no brat. I'll see to that!" "If you ..." Her voice trailed off. "If I what -- last long enough?" The bed bounced as she repositioned her body. With a slurp she took his partial erection into her mouth. She sucked a few strokes before releasing him to say, "You won't die soon. Jack says you're healthy as a horse." Lou grunted. "I hope he's right. What's the matter, Betsy? Do you miss Reggie?" "You think that's it? Don't you watch the school lessons anymore?" "Is something different about them?" "Reggie fucks us in the daytime nowadays." She chuckled. "He's losing weight." "Is he? I didn't think he had any to spare. Doesn't his amorous landlady feed him well?" "He says she can outlast him." "Does he! Ha! I can just imagine it: her stamina increases while his falls off. He'd better look out. According to Jack, stamina is what Reggie's there for." "Thelma _Greedy_!" the girl pronounced sarcastically. "Well, let her. Nita and I talked it over. Getting fucked to sleep is just too satisfying." "Too what?" "Leaves you too mopey the next day. We like it better the way it was." He sniffed. "You don't mean that, Betsy. Two old men can't begin to satisfy even _one_ sexy young woman!" She chuckled sheepishly. "Wa'n't just two old men, Lou." He thought that over. "You did go out a lot." "It's easy to get laid." He took a breath and said crossly, "Yeah. It's easy to get AIDS, too, and its cousins. Remember what the OB-GYN doctor showed you?" His organ, now fully erect in her hand, felt the contact of her chin as she nodded. "I remember." She shivered lightly. "Awful pictures! But we taking care. We stay to the young guys that take showers." He sighed. "Asking you to let me check them out first would be stupid and a waste of breath, I know, but I wish you would." He heard the grin in her voice. "You wanta taste their dicks first, Lou?" He chuckled. "You still think I want a boy, don't you?" "'Cause you still do. Well, here you go. I'm a boy. Think about Jaimey." Her mouth enclosed him again, but her angle was different now. Something raked the shaft painfully. His hands caught her head and raised it away. "Suddenly I see what you mean about a new girl." "What's the matter?" "A girl with a new mouth, at least. Something on your teeth snagged me." "Oh, no!" She jumped off the bed. In a second she reached the wall switch and flooded the room with ceiling light. He had an instant to appreciate her lush nakedness and the belly now beginning to swell before she descended again to take his organ in hand. "My god, Lou! Is it cut?" He laughed. "Yeah, about an hour after I was born." She snapped her head up to blink at him. "Wh-what?" Still chuckling, he brought a finger up beside the shaft. "See if it's scratched about here." She inspected him closely. "N-no," she reported. Again raising her head, she put a finger into her mouth. Her eyes widened. "Oh, no!" "You feel it, do you?" "Ith a war," she mumbled around the finger. He nodded. "One the orthodontist didn't cut close enough." His nod became a headshake. "Looks like your dick-sucking days are over for a while, princess." Out came the finger. She stared in consternation. "I'll take care!" "I'm sure you would. I'm the one who'll forget." "But I _like_ to suck dicks!" "You've proven it, too." He grinned slowly. "There is consolation." "What?" "Your other boyish end is just about tight enough to do its own sucking." "Oh," she muttered thoughtfully. He chuckled. "I never had a dick in my ass, sweetie. Tell me what it's like. Does it cause you any trouble afterwards?" "No," she answered, "long as we don't take anything but dicks. That's according to Granny." "How about _Jack's_ dick?" "Not even Jack's dick." Her face grew solemn. "I hear that's the main way you get AIDS." He nodded. "A prime way." Her expression was resolute. "Then me and Nita'll save our assholes for you and Jack." He smiled complacently. "That's a great idea! At least they'll never need braces." * * * "I'll get it!" Anita called from the hallway in response to the door chime. Jack was pleased with that, because as a guest in Lou's house he did not expect any visitors. He turned a page in the book he was reading, an account of the siege of Leningrad from the German perspective. Footsteps on the hall carpet reached the den doorway. "It's Thelma," the small girl announced in obvious disapproval. Jack raised his head to regard the two females. They contrasted starkly in height and age, but he considered them equally alluring sexually, each in her own fashion. He placed the book on a side table and stood to face them. "Hello, stranger," he greeted the older woman, closing the distance towards her. Anita made a face at him and scurried away, leaving them alone and facing each other. The woman blinked nervously. "It's your fault I haven't returned earlier," she explained after accepting a peck on the lips. "How is it my fault?" he objected. "You disappeared after such a marvelous afternoon!" "But you were the one who introduced me to that devil Reggie. You persuaded me to have sex with him, and now I'm his slave. I've scarcely been out of bed for a week, and when he's away teaching your girls I masturbate thinking of his return. He's not human, Jack. He's truly a devil of some sort." "He's human enough, sweetheart, although I admit some capricious deity has gifted him remarkably. I take it then you haven't come here for what little I can offer. Well, my dear, I'm glad to see you in any case." He put his left arm around her and drew her close enough for his right hand to squeeze the impressive bosom. Their kiss lingered. "I love to snuggle with you, Jack, like I did with my daddy. You know that," she whispered in his ear. "Let's go up to that big room of yours and get comfortable. I want to do something really sweet for you." "That would please me very much, Thelma. Do you want to do that now or wait until you're finished with whatever other business brought you here?" "Don't be cruel, Jack. I do have some papers for Lou to sign but it's you I've come to visit." "Lou's somewhere else in this big house," he murmured, holding her in a tight embrace, "probably playing with his stock portfolio. Let's go wait for him in my room where, as you have said, we can get comfortable." They were interrupted by a disturbance from the hallway where the girls approached with a clatter. Anita was heard to say, "He don't need _me_ here!" Betsy stuck her head into the room, mouth open for an announcement, but Jack spoke first. "How can you girls make so much noise on a carpeted floor?" The girl's eyebrows rose. "You sound cross, Jack. Well, don't worry." Her tone became derisive. "_She_ can take care of you, just like she does Reggie. Nita and I are going to the mall." Both turned and clumped away toward the front door. "How convenient," Jack remarked after clearing his throat. "We have this part of the house to ourselves. There's no need to climb the stairs." But Thelma was grinning with a degree of pleasure. "So your, ah, _granddaughters_ see me as a rival, do they? Do you have any idea how extremely flattering that is to an older woman?" "I have an inkling. They thought of Reggie as their own property, you know. I think your advent may have a salutary effect." His arm went around her. "You see that button behind the couch? If I press it, this couch becomes a bed." "Not down here, lover," she said, her fingertips stroking his cheek seductively. "I prefer that big bedroom of yours." "Oh?" he asked with a tilt of his head. "You value the room more than the bed?" "It's you I value, Jack, and it would be much nicer making love in your bed instead of on this couch in a public room." "There's a bed in our make-do classroom just down the hall. You know, the room with all the mirrors." Jack eyed her slyly. Thelma wrinkled her nose and twisted her shoulders in rejection. "That's not a very intimate place, Jack," she said. "But who would be watching?" he persisted. She gave him a quick, surprised look, opened her mouth then closed it without speaking. "Perhaps you're familiar with this house from the previous occupant," he suggested, taking her arm. "But if you want to visit my room again, I'm willing." She pulled him to a stop. "Wait, Jack." She avoided his staring eyes. "Why did you say that?" "What?" "About the previous occupant." When he hesitated, she continued, "It's true. I did visit Ms. Creighton sometimes on business." She emitted a brittle chuckle. "In fact, did you know that _you_ are sleeping in her bed instead of Lou?" "In _her_ bed?" "Yes. Lou's bedroom is in her guest suite." Jack grunted. "Lou calls my room his guest suite." "Well, I guess he can call it whatever he wants." She took a breath, eyes narrowing. "You're different, Jack." "_I_ different?" He grinned. "How have I changed?" "A woman can always tell when she has fallen in a man's esteem, however slightly. It's not just Reggie, is it?" "No, not just Reggie, though I think you're mistaken." He leered. "'Fallen' is not the word I'd use." She sniffed. "I assume you've discovered the, ah, peculiarities of that room with all the mirrors -- to which you've added a lot more." "We have indeed, Thelma." He palmed her cheek affectionately. "We've discovered Ms. Creighton's tape archive." His lips brushed her forehead. "You've been _such_ a naughty girl," he whispered and kissed her lips. "You've seen _everything_?" She trembled in his arms. "I can explain," she added quickly and stood back to study his face. "I don't require an explanation, sweetheart. The tapes show you enjoying yourself when you were a younger woman. I never really believed that story about 25 years of chastity after your father's death." "It wasn't all a lie, Jack," she whimpered. "You do resemble my father, and I was initially drawn to you because of that." He smiled broadly. "No harm's been done. Some time you can tell me the reason for taping those orgies -- if any reason exists beyond pure debauchery. Maybe you'd like to get naked and we can watch a couple of them together." Her eyes searched his. "You didn't ... find anything _too_ awful?" He chuckled indulgently. "Do you really believe I might find abhorrent anything men and women do to each other for fun -- at my age?" She visibly relaxed. Her original cheerfulness returned magnified inexplicably. She ran her hands along his upper arms, squeezing to feel the muscles. "I don't need to look at other people to get me ready for you, big guy. Let's go upstairs and do it in real time." "Thank you, my dear." He took her hand but turned the wrong way into the hall. She followed him past the next den then asked, "Where are we going?" "I wasn't the only one who saw those tapes." "I guess not. Lou, of course. The girls too?" "Yes." "And Reggie?" "No. I don't believe Reggie knows about the secret room or the real reason for all those mirrors." "Good. You _have_ added to them, haven't you! That means you've also been making tapes, doesn't it?" He only chuckled but it was enough. "I see. Reggie and the girls have starred in them, I gather." She giggled. "I know from experience that if you keep it up, pretty soon he's going to ask why they keep wanting him to turn just so." "What do you recommend?" "Not to use the same man too often. Or make him a conspirator. This is interesting, Jack. You and Lou don't strike me as gangsters. And I looked you up. You weren't in the entertainment business. What do you plan to do with your tapes?" They had reached the back den, where Lou had set up his computer. The stout man looked around as they entered. Jack said, "Thelma wants to know what we plan for our tapes." "Oh, she does!" Lou jumped to his feet with a smile of welcome. "Good afternoon, Ms. Greeley." She laughed, turning her face up to be kissed. "Lou, please call me Thelma like half the men in this town used to do." "All right, Thelma. It's a pleasure to see you for something other than business." She responded airily, "Oh, there's all kinds of business, Lou!" He chuckled. "You know it. Where are the girls, Jack?" "Gone to the mall." His hands reached to her shoulders. "May I help you with this jacket?" Frowning, she shrugged back. "Please, Jack." At his raised eyebrows she sighed and smiled in acceptance toward Lou. "I realize you both know what I am -- at least, what I _was_." She turned back to Jack. "But if we're to have fun, especially all three of us, I really would prefer it in your bedroom. That bed is the best in the house, even better than a waterbed." The tall man shrugged. "As you wish, madam. Care to take a break, Lou?" "I certainly do!" His hand fell lightly on the woman's buttocks, plump beneath the thin skirt. "Since you know that we know, Thelma, let me ask if you remember the guy you called 'Piler?'" She sniffed. "My bottom remembers him well!" Lou smiled expansively. "That's the part I had in mind." * * * "Are you sure a girl is under there?" asked Jack incredulously, staring at the large screen in the TV den. Tired of the repetitious news shows, with Lou's approval he had directed Anita to switch the output of the video tape recorder in the secret room to this 48-inch screen. Both men felt an obligation at least to sample the huge store of tapes from Vivian Creighton's secret life. The girls, who had never seen pornography despite their lifelong sexual indulgence, sustained a fascination with this material far more enduring than that of the old men. They rarely failed to review less than an hour of it each day. Presently the screen depicted a zoom-up on the huge bed, which contained three bodies writhing in a tangle of arms and legs. "Yeah, she's sorta in the middle," Anita answered. "See that leg with no hair? Bet she's having fun." Lou grinned at the envy in the brunette's tone. "Are you sure it's a girl?" "She got in bed with them before I switched it in here." Jack chuckled significantly. "No doubt -- 20 years before." "Huh?" Anita blinked then grinned. "Not that much. This one is dated 1985." Jack regarded her speculatively. "Did you ever do that? It's called a sandwich. Some say a _Greek_ sandwich." She shook her head. "No. I never fucked two guys at once." She shivered slightly. "But, wow!" Both old men chuckled appreciatively. "Betsy has," she continued, "when Luke lost her to that motorcycle gang." "_Lost_ her?" Lou demanded. "They were shooting craps. She stayed with them a week before she got free and came back to me and Granny ... and Luke." "My god!" Lou exclaimed. "I would think she'd _hate_ Luke after that!" "Oh, no. She said it was the most fun. She wanted him to lose her again." "How many were there?" "In the gang? I don't know. She said she fucked six at once." "_Six_!" Lou partly rose from his chair to look around. "Where _is_ Betsy? I'd like to know how she managed that!" "She's upstairs." Anita made a face. "Reading." Both sets of elderly eyes widened. Lou asked, "What's she reading?" The girl shrugged. "Something about history. Reggie gave it to her." "I'm impressed!" breathed Jack. Lou grinned wryly. "Maybe. I saw it: a Greaves novel about camp followers during the Crusades -- but I guess it's the reading that counts. Why aren't you reading, 'Nita?" The girl sniffed. "I'd sooner hear what y'all say about sharing gals. Did one of you ever help another guy with the same one?" "Not I," declared Jack firmly. When Lou only stared at the screen, Anita said, "You did, Lou? What was it like?" The stout man chuckled with a tinge of embarrassment. "I was drunk." "You don't remember?" "It was in Korea just after the armistice." "What happened?" Lou took a deep breath. "One of our girls took my buddy's wallet and ran. The other one got tangled in some vines. We, um, fucked her together. But not like that." He sighed. "We were very young." Anita's eyes glowed with interest. "Not in a sandwich?" "No. My buddy made her suck. Not that she minded... What's that? Oh. He's coming." The TV resounded with male grunts and groans. The man on top of the pile raised up, arching his back, to bellow his satisfaction. Soon he backed out of the pairs of legs and crawled around them toward the woman's turned-away face. "Lick it clean," he told her, knees spread wide, hips thrusting forward below the camera's view. Dark hair fluttered around the suddenly bobbing head. "Would you do that?" Lou asked Anita curiously. "Oh, wow!" Lou shook his head at Jack, who only smiled. The girl grinned around at Lou. "You would too. I seen you lick out Betsy." "Ah, um." Lou cleared his throat. "Well, look at that!" Anita exclaimed as the bodies shifted somewhat. The woman's back still lay on the man's belly but now it was possible to see between the remaining pairs of legs. "They was _both_ in her cunny." The woman rose to a sitting position athwart the prone man's hips. Long dark hair swung to cover her face but not before Jack noted, "Thelma again!" On the screen she continued forward to the support of her extended hands, full breasts swaying, and raised her hips to dislodge the second penis. Lithely she swung a leg over the man and stood beside the bed, one hand in her groin. She brought it up dripping as the camera zoomed out to include the whole bed. The young Thelma's recognizable contralto emanated from the TV. "So you came off together!" "So what?" said he who had demanded the cleansing. "So you like rubbing another dick. I'll bet you're both faggots!" "Shut up!" With her back to the camera the woman sniggered. "I won't tell anybody." "Nice of you," said the man still lying flat. His voice was deepest. "How do you like two dicks at once?" She giggled. "Hot stuff!" "Really? I didn't think they were doing much for you." "Oh, you'd be surprised." She chuckled. "Faggots don't know a lot about women, do you?" "Know what?" "Doesn't it feel good when a mouth slips over your dick, even if you don't yet feel the thrill? Well, it's the same in a twat, which is at least as sensitive as a dick." The kneeling man sneered. "Sex education from a whore!" Thelma sniffed. "Too bad the schools won't hire us." Both men laughed. At that moment a housecoated woman entered the picture. The pale hairstyle identified her as Vivien Creighton. She had appeared in many of the tapes, though seldom as an actress. "Damon," she said, "it's almost eight." "Oh, shit!" exclaimed the reclining man. He sprang off the bed to his feet, the kneeler following immediately. "Gotta run, gals," he added, pausing only long enough to squeeze Thelma's breast. "I'll give you a call, Viv." Bare feet thudded on the carpet as both men vanished off-camera. The housecoated woman whirled, allowing the viewers to verify her identification, and called, "The first of next week, please." The real Anita stood up with a sniff. "That's that. This tape was about finished anyway. I'm gonna see if Betsy wants to go to the mall." "All right, dear," Jack said fondly as the girl departed. On the screen the two women had waited for the door to slam behind the men. The elder turned back. "Along with Burton. He's already committed." "Burton," repeated Thelma. Though no longer in close-up, her snarl was recognizable. "You don't mean _that_ asshole!" "Why not? He's not so bad." "He's a terrible pincher. My boobs were covered with yellow splotches for a week after he was here the last time." "He's just enthusiastic," Vivian explained indulgently. "Besides, he's as uninhibited as those two, maybe more so." "Uninhibited? Just let him pinch you!" Thelma was facing the camera. Her expression changed from disbelief to calculation. "What're you planning, you old scumbag?" Both watching men grunted at the sneering insult, but the older woman seemed unaffected. She said calmly, "For you to fuck all three of them as next week's finale." "All three?" The young eyes narrowed. "You mean all together?" "Of course. More cock for you. You'll love it." Briefly Thelma's expression was contemplative. She frowned. "But I won't love having my boobs pinched." Vivian had turned enough to show an implacable profile. She shook her head. "Thel, you know how it is with the guys. It's hard enough to make them strip before each other. Getting them to _touch_ during a fuck is damn near impossible -- unless they're the kind who'd rather touch a man than you. These two, and Burton, may be the only three guys in this state that'll do it." "Do what?" "What I saw done a few years ago: three cocks arranged so they can put into the same twat at once." "_Three_?" "Oh, yes. The contractor is coming tomorrow to put a one-way in the ell behind the head of the bed. I'll get a good close-up of you sitting on three cocks at once." Thelma licked her lips but shook her head. "You can't get three of them that close together... Maybe with real young, skinny guys." "I tell you I've seen it done with ordinary men. Only once, but that's because it's so hard to find willing ones." Again Thelma shook her head. "No way, not with that asshole Burton." She sneered. "Put on your corset so they can't see your droopy belly and fuck them yourself." She smiled snidely. "I'll run the camera." Vivian sighed. "Don't cause trouble over this, Thel." "No trouble." The younger woman shrugged. "I'm just staying clear of Burton, that's all." Vivian shook her head. "I'm sorry. Corky gets a copy of this tape. He specifically asked for you. I'm afraid I have to insist." "Huh!" The dark-haired woman crossed her arms under her breasts, chin rising. "Insist away. It won't make any difference." The older voice tightened. "I didn't want to tell you about it." "Tell me what?" "I kept a tape, Thelma." Thelma blinked. "You've kept lots of tapes." "But the one I'm talking about is special. It shows you with Alton." The young woman's face visibly blanched even in the imperfect television image. "A-Alton?" "Yes. It's a very entertaining tape. He's strapped to this very bed and you're sucking his cock. You get a mouthful but keep going. He screams and burbles only a moment before he quits moving at all. Finally you rise up, swallow and check on him. Your face -- your face when you realize he's dead! I think it would be good for you to see that. I'll make you a copy." The young woman stared with huge eyes. Her chin quivered. Vivian continued with a smirk, "But you're not just a pretty face. You figure out what to do. You stare into the camera and tell me, 'His wife's at some charity benefit. If we hurry we can get him home and in bed before she shows.'" Thelma bit her lip. "Y-you came charging in here and helped me get him out." With a sneering grin the elder said, "Funny thing: the tape ends before that." Thelma took a deep breath. Color returned to her face. "God damn you, Vivian! You're a perfect bitch, aren't you? Where is that damn tape? I know you: you wouldn't keep it lying around!" "Don't worry," the older woman retorted sweetly. "It's safe from any discovery -- that is, unless I want it to be discovered." "Where is it?" "In the safe in my bedroom." Thelma gritted her teeth audibly. "How many people know that combination?" "Only I, my dear. I told you not to worry -- unless you prove too stubborn next week. _Then_ you need to worry." "You ... you ..." Vivian had turned away from the camera but the satisfaction was evident in her tone. "As to being a perfect bitch, I do try!" Thelma's hands rose, forming into claws. The elder stepped back quickly. "You think that's a solution? You know who'll open the safe if I turn up dead, don't you? Oh, and one other thing: it's fireproof." The two women stood facing each other. Thelma's ample breasts heaved once before the glare faded from her eyes and her face sagged. "That's better," said Vivian softly. She shook her head. "I really don't know why you resist the idea. Three cocks at once! You'll feel like you've died and gone to heaven." "My boobs will be in hell." The protest was weak. "I'll warn him about that. Now come on. I've got some pizza waiting." The older woman's arm enclosed the younger's shoulders and they moved out of the scene together. Shortly the picture became a snowstorm of noise. Someone, probably Vivian, had turned the VTR to _Stop_. Lou raised the remote and killed the TV. "A safe in my room? Somebody's full of it." Jack chuckled. "That's because you gave _me_ Vivian's room." "Huh?" "Thelma told me. I _thought_ she seemed surprised! Why did you designate your largest as the guest suite?" Lou answered promptly, "To make sure you were well-tempted." "Oh!" Jack's eyes widened. "Well, thank you." "You gave me the cool northeast room at your place for the same reason." Jack nodded. "You noticed, did you?" He chuckled thoughtfully. "Shall we go upstairs and look behind the pictures, or did you already know about this safe?" "Not I, and La Creighton's pictures are still on the walls. Ha! Thelma saw them, of course. That's why she was looking behind the picture frames the other day. That crap about whether you ought to paint was just an excuse." "Yes." "I think we're beginning to understand her motives." "It looks that way," Jack agreed glumly, standing up beside the stout man. After a detour to turn off the VTR, they started up the stairs. Lou regarded his friend with a smirk. "Just like her poor dead father, were you?" "Don't rub it in." "I'm just admiring her line. Not many women are skilled at seduction." "Huh! They don't need to be." In the bedroom they soon located the wall safe behind a large landscape print whose backside Lou checked closely but in vain. The safe itself was set flush to the wall, 18 inches square of dull metal with two dials. Jack said, "I take it you don't know the combination?" "No." "Was it perhaps in any of the papers you passed at closing? Any cryptic number sequence?" "Not that I noticed." "Apparently neither the seller nor anyone else knew the safe was here." "Except Thelma." A twin to the print hung on the opposite wall. Lou crossed the room and lifted it to examine the back. He let it fall and turned to face Jack in disappointment. "What do you think: did Thelma murder somebody in this house?" Jack sniffed. "By sucking his dick?" "But she must have thought so. Vivian had no trouble coercing her with the threat of exposure." The tall man shook his head. "There's more to this than we know yet." "All right. I'll call a locksmith tomorrow." Jack's eyes narrowed. "I wouldn't be so quick." "Quick?" "Nobody past middle-age trusts valuable stuff only to memory. Let's look around for that combination. Who knows what else that devious woman might've stashed?" * * * "I miss Reggie," Betsy announced around her mouthful of food. They were eating an informal supper of sandwiches, pastries and coffee in the kitchenette, the old men in their robes and the girls nude, as had become general practice whenever no servant was present. "He was here all day," countered Lou, "or at least I thought I heard him droning away all afternoon." Anita laughed. "'Droning?' I think that's the perfect word!" "Well, what would you call it?" "Droning," the brunette answered. "Meaning he's acting just like a boy bee -- fucking every flower that holds still." Jack's eyes brightened. He asked fondly, "Would you believe our little beach girl is making a pun? Let's hear it for Reggie!" "He _has_ been making progress," admitted Lou, "in addition to making out. Since he's here nearly every day, Betsy, what did you mean by _missing_ him?" "I mean I miss teasing him at supper" -- she grinned -- "when he puts things in _his_ mouth." Lou cocked an eyebrow. "To what are you referring?" The blonde sniffed. "Oh, he _loves_ that trick the old bat showed him." "They all do," noted the brunette. "Not like Reggie. That's our punishment now." "Your what?" asked Lou. "His cock in _our_ mouths. Every time we make a grammar-tic mistake, we have to suck on him." Anita interjected, "Wrong word! It's _grammatical_." She giggled. "Guess you'll have to suck on Lou." "'Grammatical," Betsy repeated dutifully, reaching for the man's robe. But Lou held up his hand. "Not ever for punishment, sweetness. Wait a minute! You say if you make a mistake in speaking, you have to suck him off?" "Not _off_!" the blonde explained. "Just till he asks us another question." "Then I take it the orthodontist fixed the problem with that wire?" Jack laughed. "Don't tell me she scraped you!" Betsy blushed. "Wa'n't no wire, just a piece of fishbone stuck in the braces." "Fascinating," observed Jack. Lou snapped, "Well, it _felt_ like a wire!" "I mean the shallowness of her new speech habits." "Oh. Give her time." The blonde entreated, "Let me show you it's fixed, Lou," and pulled his robe open. "Show me later." He closed the robe. "First tell me why you miss Reggie at supper." She sighed. "I said it. Because he's fun to tease." "'To tease.'" Lou's eyes narrowed. "Remember when he fainted at dinner? Was that you?" Betsy stared at him. "You gonna get mad?" "Mad? With the mother of my child?" Her eyes brightened. "Then --" Jack interrupted. "By the way, did they ever check the embryonic DNA?" "I got the answer just today," said Lou. He smiled proudly. "I wondered when you'd ask." Jack sniffed. "Apparently asking isn't necessary. Congratulations!" "40 per-cent allele match. She's mine. No doubt about it." Jack's eye's widened. "_She_?" "Ah, yes." Lou coughed. "Turns out we have another little Betsy." Smugly he leaned around, stroked the slightly swollen belly and simpered, "Comfy in there, sugar lump?" Jack made a face and shook his head. "Of more immediate concern: 'Nita, do you also miss Reggie, perhaps in the middle of the night?" The brunette studied his face thoughtfully. She hitched her chair closer and laid her head on his shoulder. "Do I wake you up too much, Jack?" "When did I ever complain? You know you're a comfort to me. Did I misunderstand about Reggie?" She shook her head. "He was fun for awhile. And he still is, I guess." She giggled. "Home school sure beats the stuffing out of public school!" "Stuffing is right." Betsy sniffed. "Reggie's getting thinner." "You said that before," observed Lou. "Doesn't his employer feed him?" Anita giggled again. "Between her and us we're wearing him out." "Then it won't last," opined Jack. "He'll drop one or the other." "Between Thelma and these two lovelies?" sniffed Lou. "Some choice!" "But the attraction may be different for him," Jack said pensively. "Being older, she likely takes more care of _his_ pleasure." Lou looked from one to the other. "Do you girls really want him back?" Betsy giggled. "I was thinking _you_ might!" Lou said dryly to Jack, "She means at night." "I know what she means," said Jack, cocking his head. "It occurs to me we have a way to prevail upon Thelma." "What way?" "Vivian's way." "But we don't know the combination." "_She_ doesn't know we don't!" In the thoughtful silence Anita asked with bemusement, "What combination?" Lou grinned disarmingly. "We have a lock that I've forgotten the combination to." "Oh, that kind of combination." She giggled. "I thought you meant some moves to put on the old bat." Betsy's brows knitted. "A combination? Like the locks we used to have at school? That went, like, 38 right and 22 left and ..." Her voice faded. "Exactly," said Lou. "Except those probably had only three steps. The one I lost has several more, I'm sure." "Then that's what it is," said the blonde decisively to the brunette. "A combination," Anita agreed. "You found a combination somewhere?" asked Lou. But Betsy had second thoughts. "Probably not yours." "What made you think of a combination?" "The Rs and Ls." "What?" "It's a line of numbers with R or L after them and dashes between them." The stout man glanced at Jack, whose expression showed his own sudden interest. "That sounds like a combination," said Lou, nodding. "Ah, where did you girls find it?" "You know that typed-up list of tapes we found in the desk drawer in the secret room? It's written by hand on the back of the first sheet." * * * "Hello, Jack." When he opened the screen door, she came immediately into the foyer and put up her face to be kissed. "Thelma, you are dolled to the nines!" he exclaimed, preventing the screen from slamming behind her. He took her into his arms and kissed her more enthusiastically than she expected. She tolerated his tongue only briefly before pulling back with raised eyebrows. "Jack, what a warm welcome!" He smiled lazily. "You know how it is, sugar. When a man has been intimate with a woman who looks this good, he can't keep his hands off her." As he spoke he slapped her buttocks gently. She smiled uncertainly. "I know all about that, but from the way you sounded on the phone I wasn't sure _how_ you'd feel." "How I'd feel about you? Why, I'm like a father to you!" She studied him a moment, leaning back in his arms, and sniffed. "All right, then I've come home to daddy. I take it you were in fatherly mode when you said if I knew what was good for me, I would get my fanny over here today." He grinned smugly. "Didn't it sound just like an impatient father?" "Oh, yes," she agreed dryly. "Well, here I am, the dutiful daughter, ready to serve at your pleasure." "That, my dear, is the perfect daughterly attitude. Too bad more of them don't have it! Lou and I want you to keep yourself in that state of mind from now on." "I'll bet!" She looked past him. "It's awfully quiet in here today. Where's your harem -- I mean, your granddaughters?" He grinned at her. "Have you been pumping Reggie?" She sniffed. "He's easy to pump -- from either end." "Then I'm surprised you don't know. Reggie is squiring the girls into Miami to the Pelican Club as we speak." "That's a topless joint! Aren't they too young?" "They're 18, but it doesn't matter. The manager's dad is an old pal of mine." "Then we're here alone?" "No, Lou's waiting for us. Come on." He took her arm and led her along the hall toward the library. She linked hands with him. "Is sex all you want, Jack? You left a different impression on the phone!" He squeezed her hand. "I'm sorry I sounded so compelling. To answer your question, yes, sex is what I want. _We_ want. But we want it on our terms." She drew abreast of him, looked into his face and grunted. "That doesn't scare me, not at your age." "Well, it shouldn't!" He smiled reassuringly. "We only mean to have fun." "Fun!" she repeated dryly. He paused in the library. "Thelma, I have to tell you, you're a bit overdressed for this. Why don't you unwind some of that and throw it over the couch." "_Some_ of it? You want me naked?" "No, just comfortable. We're going through that bookcase and as I'm sure you recall, the room beyond is seldom if ever dusted." She opened her jacket and began to unwind her sequined scarf. "Yes, I recall it. Too well, maybe. But I'll bet you don't know what Vivian called it." "Called what?" "That funny room. She called it her _opera box_." "Did she! Not many singers on those tapes!" "I didn't say it was reasonable." Thelma was removing blouse and skirt, having kicked off her high heels. "Reggie still doesn't know about it yet, does he? I asked him if anyone taped his shenanigans with the girls. He said there's no camcorder in the house." She chuckled. "In some important ways Reggie is an educated fool." She shook her head. "But can he ever fuck!" She sighed, unsnapping stockings from garter belt. Jack asked, "So he's holding up, is he? The girls say he's loosing weight." She shrugged, lifting a foot to remove its rolled-down hose. "He's just about to reach fighting trim. If he stayed on here he'd get fat, you know." "Possibly. Here. Slip these on." He passed her a robe from the back of a chair along with a pair of slippers from the seat. "In a moment." She proceeded to remove brassiere and panties. Naked except for a wristwatch and choker necklace, she finally accepted the proffered garments. Pulling the robe tight about herself, she looked up appraisingly. "How about a drink?" "We have a sangria pitcher waiting in the, ah, opera box. Will that do?" "Perfect! I need something cold and wet." She grinned enticingly. "Jack, you said we're alone, except for Lou. So who's putting on the show in the mirror room?" He studied her a moment before answering. "No show in the mirror room. We thought you might be able to explain a scene or two from Vivian's tapes." "Oh!" She blinked and smiled slowly. "I suppose I could do that all right. What do you want -- names and what happened to them?" "We'll get to that." He released the catch and pulled the bookcase open, urging her to precede him into the darkened room beyond. Lou, leaning back at the desk to watch one of the video monitors, turned to greet them, smiling at sight of the woman. "Hiya, Miss Greeley! Welcome to our inner sanctum." "Miss Greeley indeed! Is that any way to address your milkmaid?" The stout man blushed as he got to his feet. "You were going on so about Jack's equipment, I wasn't sure you noticed me." He grinned at her and clenched her in a kiss as his tall friend had done. When their lips parted, she asserted, "Believe me, I noticed! You've got a nice bottom stretcher." She indicated the frosted pitcher. "May I have a glass of that cool, dark and sweet?" Ice sloshed into the glass as he poured for her. All three took seats around the desk. She drank quickly. "Ah, good!" He said, "I believe you're thirsty, Thelma." "And hope to get thirstier," she announced, lowering her glass with a wink. "We'll see," said Jack. "Ready to roll, Lou?" "Wrong talk, Jack." The stout one grinned. "You say, 'Is it queued and ready?'" Jack sniffed at the woman. "Would you believe he bought a book?" She smiled. "You have a lot of new equipment, I see, but you've kept most of Viv's stuff -- so you can play her reels?" "Exactly." "And I noticed all the new one-way glass. I'll bet you've bought new cameras too." "Programmable cameras," Jack agreed smugly. "What does that mean?" "For one thing, they can track motion by the Doppler effect." She blinked. "If you say so. Will you show me how it works?" "Later, if you wish. Today we've got a tape for you to analyze from 1984." "Huh? Then I won't know much about it." "Won't you?" She pointed to the VCR over which Lou's hands hovered. "Not if it was recorded on _that_. Did they even have cassettes in '84?" "I believe they did. But this is a copy made from one of Vivian's reels." "Oh. A copy?" Apprehensive eyes turned suddenly up to Jack. "Yes, a copy. Roll it, Lou, or whatever it is I'm supposed to say." Without commenting, the stout man pressed a button. The large monitor above them displayed a blue field momentarily before snapping into an image of the mirror room bed. Two naked people walked into the scene from the left, an old man and a young woman. Reaching the bedside, the man turned around and sat upon it. Thelma stiffened. The depicted woman had not yet faced the camera, but her voice was unmistakable. It said reassuringly, "Senator, you won't be sorry for this." "Oh, no!" muttered the real Thelma. "Oh, no!" The man on the screen grinned. "Are you trying to talk me out of it now, Thelma? Don't waste your time." The woman chuckled. "I wouldn't talk you out of it. But you heard Baines. Knowing what's to come only makes it better." "Did he really pass out?" "Oh, I don't think so. He might have got a little woozy." "He says he passed out." "Look here." "Is that a stopwatch?" "Right. These are the rules. I give you 30 seconds after the first squirt. Then if you're still bucking and hollering I'll give you another 30. But that's it. And I guarantee you'll feel something you never felt before." "I've been sucked off before. Hell, _you've_ done it!" "Yeah, but you always pushed the girl away if she kept on, didn't you?" "True. Who can stand it?" "That's the point. That's why I tie you down. You _have_ to stand it! Believe me, you'll be glad afterwards." The old man took a deep breath, laid back on the bed and extended his extremities toward the corners. The camera zoomed out to show the woman scurrying around him to close padded cuffs upon each wrist and ankle, chaining his body into place. Lou turned to the real Thelma. "Do we need to see any more of it?" "Yes!" She lifted her chin. "Show it all." She took a breath. "I've never seen this before, you know." Jack commented, "You mean the tape." "Yeah, the tape!" Her voice rang with irony. "You do know who's the guy, right? Huh! Of course you do, or I wouldn't be here." In the scene the woman crouched low between the man's spread legs. Her mouth went down to his thin pubes and her elbows spread over his varicosed thighs. He chuckled wryly. "I can't believe how much I agreed to pay Viv for this!" The young Thelma raised her head. "If this doesn't beat all the blowjobs you ever had, you can ..." "Can what?" he asked. "Piss in my mouth." The man sneered. "I'll do that anyway. Ah, go ahead. I guess I'm just a little nervous." He chuckled wheezily. "Would you believe I'm remembering my Greek brothers at Princeton." "So?" "They warned me never to let a whore drain it dry." The crouching woman laughed. "What did they know? That was a long time ago, wasn't it, Alton?" "Just over 50 years. I find myself wondering what they _did_ know!" "Second thoughts, Alton?" "Um. Why don't we postpone it?" "Postpone it?" "Oh, go ahead and give me a blowjob, now that we've got this far. We'll tell Viv you did the full pop, even though you won't. She'll get her money and I'll have my bragging rights." "You'd let me off with that, would you, senator?" "Well, dear, I am a politician, after all. Appearance beats substance ten ways from Sunday." The woman chuckled, deep in her throat, but when the laughter ceased, she said simply, "No." "No?" His voice hardened. "What do you mean, 'no?'" "I mean, _no_. When you brag about my service, senator, it will be the truth." "You, you mean ..." "I mean you are about to get the blowjob of your life." "That settles it. Let me up from here." He pulled on his restraints, but hands and feet moved only enough to produce a tinkle from the fine links of chain. "Not until I finish." "I'll call for help." "Oh, you'll call out, all right. You'll scream before it's over. But Viv planned for that. These walls are sound-proof." "Good god!" "Now, that's a different question! But think about this one. If you're really and truly afraid, I won't be able to get you off. Which means I can't drain you dry, which means you have nothing to fear. Ironic, isn't it?" The man stared silently at her with huge eyes. Her voice conveyed a grin. "So, Alton, as Confucius-say to woman getting raped, relax and enjoy it. You can't do anything else." She laughed. "And look here, will you -- already half hard!" Her head went down and began to bob. The audience of three watched in fascination. Jack said conversationally, "You noticed his last instruction was to let him up." "Half of them say that," the present Thelma retorted, "more than half. But once the last cuff is on it's too late, according to Viv's rule." "You've done it a lot?" "A few times. But this was my last." "I can believe that part." "What part _don't_ you believe?" "We'll talk about that later. How about a fast forward, Lou?" "Oh, what's your rush?" the woman protested. But the stout man had already pressed buttons. The hiss of the cassette machine rose in pitch. "Watch the time indicator," he noted, "to 46 minutes and 17 seconds." Jack said, "I have to admire your patience, Thelma. You sucked on him for over 35 minutes." "Old men can be slow," she explained, "even with all the tricks. And this one probably was a little bit nervous. As he should have been, if he knew about the aneurysm. I never could find out if he knew." "I suspect no one knew. They would surely have warned him about such excess." They viewed the fluttering bodies on the screen. After a while Thelma asked softly, "Do you believe I murdered him, Jack?" Before the tall man could answer, Lou had punched the _Play_ button, and the bodies on the bed subsided to more sedate behavior -- slightly more sedate. The woman's head bobbed madly. The man's fists were clenched and his face thrown back. He groaned, body stiffening, hips rising off the bed, lifting the woman's head and shoulders also. He groaned louder. Her arms went under his buttocks and her head became still, though the hollows in her cheeks came and went with continuing suction. "Ah, god!" he called in evident anguish. That was his last coherent sound but only the beginning of his vocal frenzy. Muscles stood out on his arms, shoulders and legs as he screamed with every breath. One of the woman's hands rose onto his belly with a flash of silver from the stopwatch. His body twisted and writhed as the screams continued. She rode with him, retaining half his organ in her mouth. Suddenly, as if cut with a knife, the shouting stopped. The male body sagged, relaxing. The chest fell still. The real Thelma had leaned forward in her chair. She said bleakly, "That's when he died, right there." "But you didn't know that," suggested Lou. "No. How could I? I was trying not to swallow a mouthful of jism. The idea is to keep sucking, no matter what. You can't stop long enough to spit. I was concentrating on the stopwatch." Indeed the woman on the screen was motionless except for the working cheeks and a slight trembling of the tightly clenched timepiece. Jack observed dryly, "I didn't notice any reluctance on your part to swallow _my_ semen!" She made an impatient gesture. "The problem is AIDS. If you know something about the man's condition and habits, that's one thing. Senator Alton Hartfield was born rich and horny. Very few women -- or men either -- will deny that combination. God knows _where_ his cock had been last!" Jack grunted. "I'm pretty skinny. How did you know _I_ don't have it?" She looked around at him. "By now I can tell who's risky and who isn't." "So you admit to studying a lot of men in the last 25 years." She shrugged, tilting her head toward the racks of tapes. "With that evidence I can hardly keep denying it." "Why did you say it in the first place? Who did you expect to believe it?" Her eyes twinkled. "You." Lou could not suppress a chuckle. On the screen the woman raised her head, exposing a shrunken penis that flopped wetly. Turning far to the side, she spat a large white glob onto the sheet at the foot of the bed and wiped her mouth on the back of an arm. "You were full of it tonight, Alton," she admitted, waddling back across the man's torso. "One thing's for sure: you don't need the extra 30." Her hand went to his chin and shook it. She called sternly, "Wake up, senator." She waited only momentarily before slapping him. "Damn it, Alton, quit faking! You're not asleep." She jumped up and down on his chest a few times. Other than rocking body and bed she accomplished nothing. Suddenly she stiffened. Her head went down on his chest and she lay still for long seconds. The watching Thelma sighed. "And that's when I realized it." The eyes were huge in the face that rose and turned toward the camera. Color drained from its skin. A strained and wavering voice declared, "My god, Vivian, he's d-dead!" The camera zoomed out and became still. On the screen the sitting woman shook her head violently from side to side. "Get a grip on yourself," she muttered, taking a deep breath. Her eyes bored into the camera. "Vivian, he told me his wife's at some charity benefit. If we hurry we can get him home and in bed before she shows up." She turned to the sound of an opening door. The pale-haired Vivian, wearing her usual housecoat, appeared in the scene. She stood beside the bed, arms akimbo. "Well, get the goddamn cuffs off him! What are you waiting for?" Thelma took the far pair, Vivian the closer. Almost instantly he was free but motionless. "Come around to the head," Vivian ordered. "You're younger. You'll have to take his shoulders." "Who else is here?" asked Thelma as she rounded the bed. "No one, thank god! Pull him to the edge but be careful. We don't want to have to lift him from the floor. Damn, but I'm glad he's a small man!" Bearing the dead senator between them, the two women shortly vanished from the scene. Lou reached out and started the cassette rewinding. With a long sigh Thelma settled back in her chair. "Well, I guess the jig's up," she commented morosely. "What jig?" asked Jack. "Huh! Vivian held that tape over me for years. I've thought about it a lot, dreamed about it. Sometimes I remembered him ordering me to let him up, sometimes I remembered that he didn't. Guess that's settled!" "Do you know the law?" "Of course. I even paid a lawyer for a hypothetical opinion. Because Alton ordered me to let him go and I didn't, it was technically a kidnapping, and federal law says that the death of a kidnap victim is a capital offense." "Was he a worthy lawyer?" "Ten grand worth. He said that I could almost certainly beat the death penalty but that I would still have to serve time. He guessed I might get by with less than ten years." She shook her head. "I'd rather die." "I can understand that." "Can you? Just what do you want from me, gentlemen? What's this all about? Do you want money?" Jack smiled. "No, dear. We don't need your money. I don't think we want much at all -- beyond more of the same, that is. We want more exposure to your delightfully uninhibited view of life, your frank speech and wanton indulgence. We want the advantage of your experience in arranging such matters for our mutual pleasure. In other words, we want more of _you_." "Well ... But ..." She blinked. "Is that all?" "Not quite. As you guessed in the library, we'd like to hear the stories behind some of that." He waved at the racks of tape reels. She shrugged. "Sure -- though I don't know about _all_ those people. Some were before my time. Vivian was 34 years older than I." "And one other thing." Her bright eyes studied the tall man. "I won't try to guess." He chuckled slightly. "I don't think you could. We want the truth, Thelma, as you understand it." "The truth? What truth?" "The unvarnished truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth -- about you, about this house, about Vivian Creighton." * * * Jack looked up from the printout. "Christ, this would make a hell of a novel!" Lou chuckled. "Yeah, but with all the juicy details Thelma could supply it would run to several volumes." "What's wrong with that? Lots of modern stories do. And some of these tales are just hilarious. This one about the dog pissing on the cop's leg in the middle of a bust ..." The tall man roared with laughter. Lou shook his head. "It's funny in context, after you hear how stuck-up that cop was. But damn it, would you mind not reading it for fun? You're supposed to be proofing it against your memory of what she told us." Jack flipped through several pages. "You've organized it about right, I think, starting with Thelma's childhood. You know, you have to admire her as a successful businesswoman. Her mother sold Thelma's cherry when she was ten years old! I didn't think such things still happened in this country." "Well, maybe they don't. That was 36 years ago, after all, according to her birth certificate." Lou chuckled. "You do have gall, demanding that from her. I'm surprised she didn't spit in your face and tell you to do your worst. That woman has spunk." "Well, she had already implied an age of 42. When she confessed to 46, I wondered if the truth was 50. She gained by showing me that certificate." "So I gathered. The retired CEO evidently admires the retired whore." "I admire her rise to the head of her own 40-person maintenance firm. And yes, I also admire her spirit." "Yeah," Lou agreed with a leer. "Her sphincter muscles have a lot of it too." "You know," Jack continued thoughtfully, "her youth was strikingly similar to that of our girls." "You think so?" "The guy that bought her cherry -- this, ah, Harold Pursey -- came back and bought the ongoing parental rights to her from her mother. That's just incredible, and in a weird sort of way speaks well for the integrity of both mother and daughter." "Integrity? You use words strangely." "I mean that they didn't cause Pursey any future trouble about it." "How do you know they didn't?" "Well, she stayed with him, indulging every sexual whim, until she was 17, going to finishing schools, learning about etiquette, acting as his housekeeper. Don't you see a certain parallel?" "With our girls? Well, yes, a little. But Pursey died when she was 17 and left her penniless on the street." "I hope we don't let that happen! But even so, she survived." "Became a whore, you mean." "Please, my friend. Pursey had shared her around. She had contacts. She became what our racier friends used to call an _escort_. She was selective enough that she avoided both disease and pregnancy." "So she says." "Why doubt her? There is no contrary evidence. Then she met Vivian Creighton." Lou nodded. "Now _there's_ the one you ought to admire!" Jack scowled. "We know what _she_ was." "Yes, we do: a frugal investor and great judge of character." Jack grinned. "Once a money hound, always a money hound, right?" Lou grunted. "Think of me as the scorekeeper." Jack's scowl returned. "Vivian Creighton was a madam and a blackmailer, preying on human weaknesses in a sexually repressive society." "Which was fast losing its repression throughout the last 20 years of her life." Jack nodded. "Yes, which accounts for the decline of her fortunes." Lou's eyes sparkled. "What accounts for that decline is the fact, unfortunate for her, that she outlived all her investments." "Maybe. Have you considered that her relative longevity was _because_ her investments -- ha! Her victims -- died off before they could silence the blackmailer? Did you ever hear Mavis Wier sing at the Met? That woman's soprano was among the Twentieth Century's greatest in range. And to see her cavorting on Vivian's big bed --" "That's it!" "Huh?" "Every time a dick popped she spat out the come and sang one of Verdi's arias. I'll bet that's why Vivian called it the opera box." "Could be, but you miss my point. Miss Wier's tape is in that safe for just one reason: blackmail evidence against her." Lou shook his head. "Now how do you know that?" "Well, why else would Vivian keep it locked up?" Lou shrugged. "Maybe to protect her friend." "Huh! By that theory, then, she had some powerful friends!" Lou grinned. "Powerful people love to fuck too." "Don't they just! I knew Sen. Hartfield. He's the lying bastard who shot us down on that interim supply contract. I remember thinking he didn't deserve to die in his sleep. Ironic, isn't it?" He frowned. "But Mavis Wier is another matter. They said she had a heart attack ... in Miami, as I recall. Do you suppose ..." Lou chuckled grimly. "You're borrowing trouble. How about just reading that paper so I can add it to the stuff in the safe?" "Lou, what do you plan to do with the 300 grand in cash we found in there? And don't say it's none of my business." "I wouldn't, though it isn't. I intend to leave it where it is. I'm going to take those secreted tapes and transcribe them to the best modern media -- what's that, DVD? -- and put it all back in the safe, along with this account of Thelma's." He chuckled. "She guessed that I've written it down, you know." Jack grunted in disgust. "Of course she did! How many times did you call her to 'clarify just one more point?'" "She doesn't really care." Jack shook his head. "But _why_, Lou? What's all this crap for?" "Crap, you say?" Suddenly the stout man's features hardened and his eyes flashed. "Crap? I'll tell you what's crap: everything that you and I spent our lives doing. That's what's crap! At the time it didn't make any difference to the world and already the people who remember any significant part of it you can count on your fingers. But _this_ is different. It's about people doing the one thing that will always be important: _fucking_!" "Fucking," Jack repeated, staring wide-eyed at his passionate friend. "Yes, fucking! It's the only thing that matters in the long run. You haven't gotten down to the last few paragraphs there. They're about us and our girls and how we helped them. There'll be people in the future, Jack, who owe their existence to us -- to you and me, to our girls, to Thelma and Reggie and Vivian, and even your Mavis Wier." The tall man chuckled whimsically. "Because we all love fucking." "Exactly. And because we _do_ it, by god! We don't just talk about it." Still chuckling, Jack suggested, "Then if we leave out the possible blackmail, we can agree with Thelma. Is that it?" "Maybe. About what?" He thumped the papers. "You've got it in here. According to Thelma, Vivian always wanted to be a man. Now she's come back as two of them." 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