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"Um humm," Ellen moaned. "Like that, only they rub and pet me, especially between the legs, and then they kiss me and bite me all over."

"Like this?"

"Oh, yes! But they also take their own clothes off and they always put their pricks in my hand while they're kissing me. I'll admit, however, that this is much nicer than it is in my dreams. Oh! It's a lovely one, so long and so white! It's so pretty I hope you won't mind if I just kiss the head of it. My but it's juicy! I don't see how anything as nice as this could be very sinful, do you, Reverend Longworth?"

Longworth made a gurgling, burbling, indecipherable sound in answer, for his mouth was deeply involved with her sweet, young cunt and his tongue was probing the channel of her vagina as far as it could reach. Ellen sighed with contentment and swallowed as much of his prick as her mouth could accommodate. The thighs against which her nose was pressed were sweaty and hairy, but she didn't mind in the least. She was rather tired of smooth, dry-bodied young men. She had done this just to please Wikiwiki, but now she found that she was enjoying the preacher more than she had any man since that memorable first week with Max Kern.

He made her come quickly, his frantically eager tongue and sucking lips drawing all sensation along the tingling, vibrating threads of her nerves to concentrate it in that one, intensely sensitive spot, then sending it back like an echo magnified a thousand times to crash and reverberate in resounding waves of passion through her entire body. As she exploded in the furious release of orgasm, she felt his balls pumping against her forehead and then he was coming, too, the hot, wonderful stuff squirting out onto her tongue, sweet and satisfying in her throat.

"Now you know how I feel in my dreams," Ellen whispered when he had taken his face from between her thighs and had turned around on the bed. "But you still don't understand what it is like when they fuck me. Perhaps I better demonstrate that, too. If I play with your prick, I'm sure I can get you another hard-on. Oh, yes, and you must kiss my breasts. My dream men always suck my nipples and bite me there… just little nibbles, you know."

"Yes, I know," Longworth panted. "Yes, I'm sure you're right. I'd better fuck you. I do want to be sure. Your titties are beautiful… much lovelier than – I mean they are so unusually large and well shaped." He lowered his head to those perfumed pillows, their warmth and fullness caressing his cheeks.

Ellen felt for his cock, loving the way it fit her curled fingers. She put her hand on the back of his head and pressed his face harder into her bosom, and the smile on her lips was the secret smile of a woman nursing a baby.

Following Wikiwiki's instructions, Lynn was in the lobby with Koko. She glanced at her wrist watch. "It's time," she told him. "Go ahead and call her."

Koko looked unhappy. "I don't know that I should. Suppose she recognizes my voice? I could get fired."

"And if you don't do it, we could all get fired," Lynn reminded him. "Come on, get busy. Remember that little whip you ordered from a specialty house on the mainland? I could refuse to let you use it on me when it arrives. Pick up the phone."

Koko turned white and droplets of moisture appeared on his forehead at her threat. With a shaking hand he picked up the house phone and called Evangeline's room number.

"Mr. Longworth want to see you right 'way, Missy. You go his room chop chop, hunh?" he squeaked into the mouthpiece. He hung up quickly and wiped his head with a colored handkerchief. "Do you suppose the accent fooled her?" he asked hopefully.

"Sure it did," Lynn reassured him. "You're a doll, Koko baby. Let's go to one of the empty rooms on my floor and make love. You can use your belt on me first. I've got a date with Mr. Martin for later, but I want you now. Only I wish you'd hit harder with that belt. You're too much afraid of hurting me."

"Wait until the whip gets here," Koko reminded her. "You'll love it."

"I won't do it," Teo said stoutly. "This is going too far, Wiki. You've pulled some crazy stunts, but this is going to be really big trouble and I don't want any part of it."

"Bullshit!" Wikiwiki countered scornfully. "What can you lose? I'm taking all the risk. All I asked you to do was to steal a waiter's uniform for me. Lynn could make Koko get me one, but the little Jap is so scared now he's about to shit his pants. You're Hawaiian. Aren't you ashamed to have no more guts than a Jap?"

Teo hung his head. "When do you want it?" he muttered.

"In ten minutes," Wikiwiki answered firmly, "so hop to it. Right now, Evangeline Barrington-Phaff is up there in her room either crying her pretty eyes out or having hysterics. She needs to be comforted, and I'm just the guy to comfort a gorgeous, nutty babe like her. You want to be responsible if maybe she jumps out of the window or something?"

Teo looked confused, but he shook his head. "Okay," he said wearily, "but this is the last time I ever get mixed up in one of your screwy schemes. Absolutely the last damned time."

"What are you doing here? I didn't send for you," Evangeline asked as the tall waiter in the too-small uniform came into her room carrying a pitcher of ice water. She was face down on the bed, her words muffled by the pillow into which she had been crying.

"Perhaps some mistake," Wikiwiki suggested meekly, setting the pitcher and glass on her bedside stand and viewing with appreciation the delightful, feminine shape so barely concealed by a lacy nightgown and negligee. Through the filmy material gleamed the pink-white contours of sensuously rounded thighs and the prettiest ass he had yet beheld. "Is something wrong that you cry so hard?" he inquired solicitously. "Has some man been unkind to you? How could anyone be mean to such a lovely angel of a girl."

Evangeline raised her tear-puffy face from the wet pillow to regard him with curiosity. She was a dyed-in-the-wool chauvinist, considering herself by birth, by race and by social position, far above anyone with a darker skin than her own. Yet she was sick with despair and heartbreak, and the tall, young man, as handsome as a Playboy ad, spoke to her gently and with compassion, and in her desperation she found herself responding to him.

"I have been betrayed!" she sobbed dramatically. "The faith around which I have built my life has been destroyed. I believed the Reverend Matthew Longworth to be a saintly, righteous, pure man, and now I find he has feet of clay. I caught him doing despicable and depraved things with one of the kitchen sluts. I hate him and I hate the God he pretends to worship!" She went into a sudden rage of temper, beating her fists on the bed and kicking her heels as though furiously pedaling a bicycle. "The dirty, no-good, mother-fucking, shit-assed son of a bitch!" she screamed shrilly, her profanity reminding Wikiwiki that this girl had been a swinger and, reputedly, a hell-raising, little bitch before getting religion.

"There, there now," Wikiwiki murmured soothingly, "don't let a bastard like Longworth upset you so. You're too fine and sweet a girl to throw your life away over a fink like him. Look, we islanders have Oriental blood, and we understand how foul blows to the spirit and the heart can be relieved by revenge. This is what you should do to make yourself happy again. You must revenge yourself on this man. I will help you."

Evangeline turned over and sat up, her gray eyes interested and already darkening with the murky passion of the evil thoughts stirring in her brain. "Yes!" she hissed. "I see that you are right. I will be revenged! I will cut his damned heart out!"

"No, no!" Wikiwiki protested. "Nothing so crude and so quick. Vengeance, to be effective, must be done with subtle cruelty so that the victim suffers over a long period of time, so that you may enjoy his writhings and twistings and his cries for mercy before the final moment when you tire of the sport and dispatch him to meet his Gods. That is the Oriental way."