Carl Van Marcus - Lady Disk jockey

Finally, to her amazement, the old piano went for nearly six thousand dollars. And then she had to go on with other things, but it was a beautiful start and had people in a bidding mood.

Then as some youngsters were pushing the piano away and Sally Sue had a moment to take a breath while the next items for sale — a collection of watercolors — were being displayed she felt the wetness on her arm. It was red with blood from the talons of the now peaceful hawk.

“I’ll take him, Sally Sue.”

The dark-haired divorcee looked around to find Terry Claff beside her. He had a leather sheath on his arm and a thick glove.

“He’s dangerous,” she warned.

“So is bleeding to death,” the dark-haired boy said as he extended his arm. With misgivings, Sally Sue eased the big bird from her wrist and onto his. The hawk snapped his beak, but didn’t bite and settled down, apparently content. “If you have a cage, I’ll put him in it while you see a doctor.”

“In the trunk of the MG . . . you know the one, I think. Lock it, okay?”

“Right on,” he said, and went away with the bird.

A doctor at the first aid station whistled softly and then went about repairing the damage the hawk’s talons had done. it was not serious, he told Sally Sue, but she should not use her hand for several days. He gave her some shots and she went back to finish the auction. She felt no pain, only euphoria. She knew she’d never be able to do her regular show this night, and was thankful she had several hours of tape in the well. The long-limbed divorcee was near to collapse when finally, with the cheetah and Airdale, she made her way back to the MG, only to find Terry waiting.

Under the influence of the drugs the doctor had given her, Sally Sue seemed to have airplane props spinning in front of her eyes. She tried to get behind the wheel and fell across the seat. Young Terry Claff caught her before her face hit the gear shift and pulled her into the right hand seat. He picked up the keys which had spilled from Sally Sue’s hand onto the floor of the car and got it started.

“What. . . ?” she mumbled as the motor roared and the two big animals jumped into the rear compartment. They loved to ride. “I feel funny, Terry.”

“Sure . . . the medic loaded you with dope and then didn’t take your car keys. You’d kill yourself. I’ll drive you to your pad, Sally Sue.”

“Oh, thank you, Terry,” she whispered. It was so good to have a nice young boy look after her. “You’re nice . . .”

When they arrived, it wasn’t a matter of Sally Sue inviting young Terry in for a sandwich and Coke out of gratitude — the medication, combined with the scorching sun had left her unable to navigate, and the boy had to lift her from the car and steady her while she got her legs to function. Then, his arm tight around her tiny waist, he walked her to her apartment. She swayed and stumbled against him and suddenly his big hand was cupping her breast. In her narcotic euphoria, Sally Sue wanted it to remain there.

Once inside, where the air conditioner was keeping a comfortable temperature — it must have been thirty degrees below the outside reading — Sally Sue’s body seemed to come on fire. Yet her mind was bell-clear, racing like it had the one time she experimentally smoked a pipe of hashish. The effect on her brain had been so startling she never touched any form of dope again. She even resisted medication by a doctor, and wouldn’t have allowed the medic today to inject her until he firmly told her she faced a good chance of tetanus. And then before she realized what was happening, a succession of needles had been slipped into her arm and one, embarrassingly enough, straight into her curvaceous buttocks, accompanied by a slap to make her relax . . . or so the medic claimed.

“The Doc said he shot you for everything,” Terry said as he steadied Sally Sue on her feet, his hand still grasping her breast, his fingers now closed on the rising nipple.

“Old bad joke — if I had as many sticking out of me as stuck in me, I’d look like a porcupine,” she managed to say. “Oooh, I’m sweaty! Terry, I’ve got to clean up. . . and with all that dope in me, I’m afraid to be alone until it wears off. Would . . . would you stick around . . . and if you’re not afraid of my pets, feed them? Everything’s set out in the small fridge, labeled. Nothing for the snake, he only eats every two days. Could you?”

“Jeez, I forgot the hawk!” he said. “Sure.”

The lean, tall boy hurried out to retrieve the hawk from his carrier in the back of the car, jubilant. Finally he was going to get close to Sally Sue Bennett, and she was vulnerable, loaded with medication. If she didn’t come out of it too quick, she was going to get the fucking of her life! He lifted the cage from the trunk of the MG and freed the hawk, dodging as it flapped its way to the top of a nearby tree and glared malevolently at him. When he returned, he heard bath water running. He wanted to voyeuristically slip the door open and catch a glimpse of Sally Sue’s completely naked body, but restrained himself. If he was lucky, he’d have more than just a look! He found the pet food and fed her zoo and waited long after the water stopped, the splashing ended and nothing was happening!

Sally Sue had intended to shower, but twice she stumbled and decided that a tub bath would be wise, and probably more relaxing. She ran cool water and carefully eased herself into it, slowly soaping the smooth curves of her slender, high-breasted body. It was a strange interval. Her mind was sharp, but her body movements so languorous. Every one of her millions of nerve ends seemed to be charged with static electricity. Her soap-slick fingers slid over the soft lips of her pussy and she thought she would jump out of the tub!

Wryly she thought whatever that first aid Doc had given her he should bottle the combination, market it and be a millionaire in a year! As she lay back in the rippling water, she thought of the young boy who had been kind enough to take care of her when she couldn’t care for herself, and how it would be to make love with such a handsome, considerate youngster.

Degenerate! she murmured, condemning herself for even thinking of such a thing with a teenager half as old as herself.

Resolutely she rinsed and crawled from the sunken tub and furiously toweled herself dry. She looked for something to wear. Her dress and panties were heady with the smell of her body and already shoved into the laundry hamper, and there was nothing else at hand but a terrycloth beach robe. Trembling, she pulled it over her starkly naked body, belting it, and then quickly slipped into her bedroom, thinking to find something modest, like jeans and a loose old shirt.

The dizziness hit her as she was rummaging in the closet, and Sally Sue barely had time to turn and fall across her bed before slipping into a twilight faint.

When she recovered, she discovered with scarlet-faced shame that unconsciously her hands had pulled her robe open. One squeezed her left breast, and the other was slowly, sensuously investigating the soft warmth of her cunt as she lay with legs lewdly stretched wide open. Still not fully aware, she shoved a finger into her seething pussy and twirled it, seeing herself obscenely reflected in the mirror.

She groaned and then screamed softly as the narcotic-induced reaction began to happen. Like a storm at sea, her orgasm began to surge deep in her loins and she cried out, “ Eeeeeeeyyyasss!!! ”

And suddenly young Terry was rushing through the door, his face showing fear and concern for her. Sally Sue froze as if she’d been caught by the shutter of a camera, still groaning softly, shame flooding her.

“Oh, WOW!” the boy said.

Before she could react and pull her dripping fingers from her steaming cunt, with the agility of a snake he stripped off his clothes, seemingly in one smooth motion. His heavy young cock, throbbing with adolescent desire, jerked as its thick veins pulsed with blood. His balls swung heavy in their sac at its base and the youngster’s eyes were ravenous as he dropped onto the bed beside the lovely raven-haired divorcee and grasped her in his arms.