Jon Reskind - Uncle Gaston and niece Volume Two

Slowly, Madeleine arose, setting her feet upon the floor and extricating the double-dildo from her vagina and dropping it on the floor. She could hardly believe the words he'd spat at her. Whatever his reason for this sudden change, she had no idea… except, that he might be insane. Perhaps, she was lucky. She'd never experienced anything like this before in her new-found profession, but then, nothing was impossible, was it… was it? She didn't speak, only began to dress. He watched her eagerly. Her only goal now was to get out of there.

"Y-You're beautiful," he said suddenly as she fastened her bra. "I've never known anyone as good as you. But… but now, you hate me don't you?"

"No-No… I don't hate you."

"Was it good?"

"It could have been."

Forrest licked at his lips. He fondled his cock but she pretended not to see him. Calmly, she slipped her dress over her head, zipped, then found her purse and extracted comb and lipstick.

"You hate me!" he said.

She didn't look at him, only into the mirror as she applied her lipstick, even though her whole inner-being cringed in fear. Finally, she said: "I don't hate you, cheri… you've simply disappointed me."

He took several steps toward her, then stopped. "I-I'll make it up to you, Madeleine. Y-You were wonderful… I loved it! Will… will you come back again?"

"Would you… if you were me?" she questioned.

He went into his wallet and extracted another bill and came close, offering it to her. She took it. It was a thousand dollars. A tiny thrill of excitement rippled through her. It'd been worth it after all, hadn't it…?

"Will you kiss me good-bye?" he asked.

"Of course."

He followed her to the door and she turned. His hands rested on her upper arms and he kissed her. Slowly she dropped one hand with an enticing motion, her fingers searching for his long, thick, flaccid cock. It found it and went beneath to his balls. He moved closer to her, his mouth opening in delight as she cupped his sac… then, she began to squeeze.

In the beginning, it was a slow, tantalizing process that stimulated him, but then, it increased in intensity… harder and harder and harder, until he squirmed and she felt his fingers tightening on her arms as his mouth pulled away. But she didn't let go. Instead, she squeezed harder suddenly, until she could feel his testicles grinding… crushing against each other.

And then, he screamed and screamed as he writhed and kicked at her… and she laughed in his face… finally releasing him to crumble to the floor as she smiled and opened the door. "Goodbye, cheri, you bastard!" she hissed, and then she closed the door behind her.

Walking to the elevator, Madeleine raised her chin high but her mouth fell into a somewhat passionate twinge of denial.

God, she thought, if only it had lasted a little longer…

Her apartment surprised Shannon. It was small with a tiny kitchenette, livingroom-bedroom combination plus bath, inexpensively furnished but neat, girlish and cozy. He nosed around. Her ancient vanity supported the usual array of perfumes, cold creams, powders, nail-polishes and sundry articles. Her closet contained a sizable display of dresses, skirts, blouses, shoes, wraps and coats; her lingerie, silks, hose and negligees were plentiful and fairly expensive. He found a man's suit, shirts, ties, several changes of underwear, pajamas and robe that were too large to belong to Tony. He grinned to himself; maybe she wasn't doing too badly after all.

Behind the bathroom door hung the inevitable douche-bag. Once more, he smiled. Tools of the trade, maybe, he mused.

Back in the main room he looked about for pictures but found none. In a small desk drawer he discovered a bank-book and noted that the last deposit was less than a week previous. The balance showed a little more than eighteen-hundred dollars… Well now, that did shed a brighter light on things. So… there was his stake, all in nice round even figures… and just about enough. Things were looking better and better with every passing minute.

There was cold coffee in a pot resting on the small stove and he heated it; he was sitting in the one easy chair enjoying a cup when he heard the foot-falls approaching along the hallway outside, the key rattling in the lock and the door popping open with a certain angry vigor. She filled the opening with a decided vision of loveliness, her lack of surprise at seeing him there indicating that she had been advised of his presence by the bribed building superintendent. She banged the door closed behind her and stood looking at him questioningly.

"What the devil is this? I have no brothers," she lied, spitting the words at him in fractured English with strong French overtones. "And I'm damned sure that I don't know you. What do you want… who are you, eh?"

Shannon smiled and arose casually, setting the cup on the table beside him. She was lovelier than Tony's picture had portrayed her… taller, more delicate of feature and darker of eye. A minute appraisal caused him to speculate that her natural hair would better enhance her beauty than the bleached gold, but he liked the way it fell around her shoulders and the light touch of lip-rouge to her sensitive, wide, full mouth. The rest of her instigated a little hitch in his breathing that he struggled with, aware that the short, green minisheath she wore was accentuating sex in the manner its designer had intended.

"The name is Shannon," he said finally. "I'm a friend of Tony."

She tilted her head questioningly. "Tony? I don't know any…" She hesitated. "You mean, Antoine… my husband, Antoine?"

Shannon nodded. "Antoine to you… Tony to me." He smiled. "We've been… shall we say… associates for some time. Got to be pretty close friends. Nice kid, Tony…"

"He's a coward and a bastard!" she snapped bitterly. "I want to forget that I ever knew him… or any of his friends. Now, you can get out of here, eh?"

She wheeled around, jerked open the door and stepped to one side, holding it ajar for him. Shannon walked to it, a trace of the smile still playing around his mouth.

"Okay, baby," he said calmly, easing the doorknob from her grasp and closing it once more. "So… old Tony's a coward and a bastard. Fine… any way you want it…" He gazed at her, still appraising, his hard blue eyes raking her soft luscious body with obvious salaciousness. "But he sure knows how to choose lovely women… and evidently win them."

"So?" she said, without a trace of emotion. "Just what the hell do you want, M'sieu'… whatever-your-name is? Did Antoine send you here…? Or maybe you want a handout… or could it be a little female companionship? Whatever, you've come to the wrong place…"

Shannon felt his face reddening before her acrid, biting words. He studied her. Christ, she was a delightful creature, unbelievably tempting when she was angry; he could only guess what it would be like if she willingly gave herself to a man, but she had yet even to smile at him; his cock jerked uncontrollably in his pants. The essence of her perfume reached him and suddenly the blood throbbed in his temples; he felt the hot perspiration oozing onto his forehead and upper lip, coating even the palms of his hands. He was that close to her that he could reach out and crush her to him; he had to steel himself… fight the almost overwhelming desire. The time wasn't right as yet; there were still several other things to be attended to, first.

Madeleine read the obvious lust in his eyes, in the twist of his not unhandsome mouth, and she'd noted the stirring at the front of his trousers. Her pink tongue-tip peeked out to moisten her full, lower-lip subconsciously. The aftermath of her lack of fullfillment with Julian Forrest was still very much in evidence in her own denied loins, but the fact that this intruder was a friend of Antoine's and the brazen manner in which he had gained entrance into her apartment tarnished the luster of any sensual thoughts that passed through her brain. She heard herself half-sneer. "Don't let your animal instincts run away with you, M'sieu'! I come rather high… two hundred dollars… even to my husband's vile friends."