Theodore Stickles: Prisoner Of Lust

And thus it came about that Paula, clad in tailored pants suit and tight blond chignon, sat at her desk with two phones still ringing spasmodically, sat there and gave an idiotic business-as-usual interview which, thanks to the confession of two felons, didn't even get around to touching on her involuntary strip tease this morning in City Hall.

She gave the interview sitting down because she was sore in every joint-sore especially in the joints around her tortured ass, and she was barely able to move.

"Omnis animal post coitum triste," Smart-ass quoted when the last reporter and the last cameraman had left her house, shortly after the last cop had exited with a handcuffed Harry Riggs and a handcuffed red-headed man whose name she never had caught.

"I know all animals are sad after coitus," Paula said tiredly, "But why does nobody ever finish that quote?"

"Sed gallus qui cantat," Smart-ass continued, "Except the rooster who crows." He studied her for a long moment, then without speaking, got up and rummaged through her kitchen.

After a moment he found whiskey and the makings for a couple of respectable drinks. He handed one to Paula and they sat drinking in silent companionship. For once Smart-ass had nothing smart to say. Probably, Paula supposed, because she was down so far that there was no more fun in kicking her.

She had never been a boozer and now the drink on top of the pill on top of an afternoon of multiple rapes was getting to her. Dimly, she sensed Smartass taking the glass from her hands and then he was leading her to bed. He was undressing her and tucking her in. She felt his kiss and then she was asleep.

Paula awoke with a jerk. Jesus, now what? It was dark and she had no idea what time of night it was. She tried to figure out what had awakened her and then her thrashing legs encountered another pair of legs in her bed. She was reaching for the light when she heard Smart-ass's sleepy voice. "Relax," he said, "It's only me, your counsel and protector."

"What're you doing here?" Paula hissed.

"Sleeping here until you either get a decent lock on that garage door or else come to your senses and move out of this cruddy neighborhood."

"Oh?" Paula asked in a fishy tone. "Then what's that thing you've got poking me in the back?"

"Ah, so you've noticed."

Paula really hadn't. It was just the first thing that had sprung into her mind when she realized that after twelve years of fending him off, Smart-ass had finally wrangled his way into her liberated bedstead.

Abruptly, she was also aware of several other things, that Smart-ass had been remarkably persistent in his pursuit, and that now she had probably just blown her last chance. After the way he had seen her sandwiched between two cocks, after the way he had cleaned her up like some victim of a natural catastrophe…

They lay side by side, silent in the darkness, in the same bed. "There are good points in everything," Smart-ass finally said. "Even rape."

Paula quietly died. Not only had he seen her at her worst-he knew it all-knew she had been loving every minute of it.

"It jolted you out of a rut," Smart-ass was continuing, "Dragged you, kicking and screaming, right back into the human race." He put a hand out in the darkness and tried to pat her shoulder as he said, "Welcome back." But in the darkness the hand destined for her shoulder fell square atop one splendid tit. Damn! He had undressed her but he hadn't put on a nightie or pajamas or anything on her. They were both naked, she realized. His hand lingered a moment on her tit and then fell away. "Sorry," he murmured.

"For what?" she asked bitterly. "You saved my life and my career-even if you didn't quite manage to save my ass."

"That's what I'm sorry about," he said. "I was coming around to make you an offer myself."

"Make me an offer I can't refuse," she said tonelessly.

"My home, my business partnership, my name, and my cock," he said succinctly.

"You've got to be kidding."

"Don't knock it until you've tried it."

Paula wondered what their lives might have been like if only she'd met Smart-ass first instead of nice old Mr. Costello who had gone and ruined her maiden flight for her and, possibly, even for himself. Now… she couldn't accept Smart-ass's offer no matter how sincere. She was too far down. After years of fencing while he climbed and she stagnated in her dead-end job, now he wasn't offering himself. He was offering charity.

"Between the offers for personal appearances on every talk show for the next few years and the whopping out-of-court settlement Hizzonner's brother-in-law's going to offer you to keep certain things out of the news, you're going to have a sudden rise in disposable income," Smart-ass was continuing. "Now, if you'd like to bury it in a safe hole, that's fine. But if you'd like to help a rising young legal aid group service get off the ground, perhaps I could offer you something else to bury in a safe little hole." Imperceptibly, his hand had crept between her legs until now he was cupping her tender mons veneris and vulva, still recovering from her first fucking in twelve years. To her surprise and horror Paula discovered she was starting once more to turn on, her whole body tingling at the thought of Smart-ass touching her there after all these years of fencing, of talking about it but never actually doing anything.

"I know you've had a rough day of it and I don't want to rush your decision," Smart-ass continued. "But I thought you might sleep better knowing it's there, ready whenever you are."

"You son-of-a-bitch," Paula said affectionately, "How long has it been since your last indoor track meet?"

"Month or two I guess," Smartass said apologetically. "Usually I try to do it oftener but lately I've been so damned busy… "

"I think," she began thoughtfully, "I think I'll make you an offer you can't refuse. But remember," she added, "No strings."

"So stipulated."

Before Smart-ass had time to realize exactly what he had agreed to Paula scooted down in the bed and found his cock. She grasped it with both hands, holding it upright like a kid choosing for first bats in some sand-lot ball game. While he was still gasping with delighted surprise she began blowing her warm wet breath over the tip of his tool. "How's that for woman's liberation?" she murmured, and placed her lips carefully over the tip of his straining prepuce. Light as a frightened butterfly, she began kissing her way around the tip of his tool.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" Smart-ass opined.

"So stipulated," Paula murmured and opened her mouth wide. She moved down over the swollen, straining head of his hammer, closed her lips behind the tremendous flare of his glans penis, and then, with the precision of a physicist, closed her teeth just enough to grasp his stretched foreskin and pull it down as her head went deeper into the heart of the matter.

"Ooooooooohhhhh wow!" Smart-ass groaned. "I think you've discovered a new point of law."

Paula smiled to herself in the darkness, knowing she had just discovered something far more important. It had been "a month or two" since Smart-ass's last foray into sex. He was a strong and healthy man, not more than a year older than Paula. Most men would have exploded like erotic fountains under the stimulus of what she had just done, firing their precious seed as if there were no tomorrow, as if by tomorrow her poor riddled cunt wouldn't be rested and healed and ready to sample a cock that felt-my god, she suddenly realized she had both fists over the length of his baseball bat and still the tip was sticking out of her twin fists. It was at least as big as Harry Biggs's and its owner was a great deal more considerate.

It was unbelievable. How could she have had such incredible luck all in one day? After twelve years of mourning the mess Mr. Costello had made of her life… abruptly she remembered Smartass's remark: dragged kicking and screaming back into the human race. So this was what human beings did to each other, did for each other every night. It might be old-fashioned, she decided, but it worked a damn sight better than tranquilizers and sleeping pills.