Vince Marcos - The slut next door

"So," interrupted a voice. "You know."

He turned to see who it was. Elsa stood in the doorway.

"Yes, I do." He was cool about it.

She saw the tape recorder on his desk with the jack plugged into the phone. "You heard them talking, didn't you?"

He nodded. "And I have it down, all pat."

"I guess I don't need this any more," she said, taking off her maid's cap and throwing it on the nearest chair, then unfastening the apron and doing likewise. "They weren't my style, anyway. Not whorish enough."

"I should have guessed you were a slut. How could some maid be such a fantastic lay."

She grinned. "Thank you. I take that as a compliment. And may I say the feeling is mutual. You were the greatest piece of cock I've had."

He ignored what she said, but instead, turned the recorder on.

"There's just something I don't understand. Listen… he isn't falling for it. That thing with Elsa…"

He turned it off. "What thing? I don't understand."

"I was suppose to persuade you to divorce her."

"But you never said anything about divorce."

She smiled again. "Figure it out, baby."

He shook his head. "You figure it out for me, baby."

"I liked that thing between your legs too much. Didn't want to say good-bye to your cock too soon. Thought I could stick around for some more action."

He grinned. "You really liked my cock a lot?"

"Love it, man." She fell to her knees and put her head against his crotch. "Just think, honey you don't need that cunt. You've got me. We love to fuck each other, so why not hang loose and shack up with me."

He laughed. "I'm too old for you. Thirty-four, and you're twenty-three."

"Your thirty-four-year old cock fits into my twenty-three-year old snatch perfectly. What more could you ask?"

"For you to get the hell out of here."

She looked up. "You have fucking got to be kidding."

"Not at all. And if you don't get your ass out by the time I count to ten, your twat will be in four pieces."

She got up on her feet. "Hey, baby, this is ME you're talking to. You forget, you love to fuck me. You're nuts about my snatch. You don't want me to go."

"One, two…"

"Okay!" She got to the door. "I'm leaving, you mother-fucker. Just remember, that rich wife of yours doesn't want you any more. She's through with you. She's got a man of her own. And you haven't got anybody!" …three, four, five…

She hissed, then disappeared.

Richard removed the tape from the recorder and locked it up in the drawer again. He'd play it for Loretta tomorrow night and announce that he was permanently unloading her and her Eric Taylor out the door.

He was tired of playing these little games with her, and that guy and that whore. Well, the whore was gone, and there was only a few more games to play until he gathered up his chips and cashed them in. That tape would be his ace up his sleeve.

Funny, he never expected to get rid of Loretta so soon. After only three years of marriage.

Well, what the fuck, right?

Loretta Christine fumbled with her purse as she paid the taxi driver for bringing her to Mad-hatter Place, Eric's apartment building. She gave him a ten-dollar bill and told him to keep the change. He smiled and drove off.

Boy was she pissed. That jack-off didn't call her in three days. What had gotten into him? It couldn't possibly be the little fight they had the other day over the phone. Why, she got those patched up in a matter of hours.

So why hadn't he called? Damned writers. Good for shit. She hated the way they acted, always so moody, got mad so easily. Well, she didn't care, she still thought he wrote like shit. She read some of his incomplete manuscripts, and she hated what she read. All that stuff about politics. What did he know about politics? Asshole.

Her mind was on his body right now. Hell, she was sweating over her coffee this morning because she had pulled out those magazines, Viva and Playgirl and got that urge again.

If Richard only knew how she felt about those magazines. How horny they got her. They made her cunt stink of pussy juices, and they dripped down her legs. Some of those guys, the ones with the really long cocks, how she would have loved to suck them off. Hell, she just loved to suck and fuck. It was her favorite hobby.

And Eric. His body really got her hot. She wanted to get between his brown hairy legs and take that massive cock and lick it to the bone – which was always as rigid as could be. It excited her to get on her knees and do it. Made her feel cheap and low and sexy. Like he was the master, telling her she had to do it whether she liked it or not, only for the sake of pleasing him.

And that was her job. To make him happy and get his rocks off the best way she could. And so, she would suck and blow his cock until he came and pumped his jism into her and then she would sit on his prick and get fucked in the ass.

It wasn't so bad. Sure, it hurt at first, when it went in and she felt like taking a shit, but it got better and soon she liked him shoving it up her ass. Hell, it was fucking great! Of course, at first, she had to go to the john right after and take a dump. It didn't kill her, though. But she liked the way he squeezed her cunt and made it nice and wet while he rammed it up her behind and fingered her clit until she came.

She got to the stairs and walked up slowly. Goddamn it, but she was tired. And what did she do today besides jack off with the magazines and her old beat-up vibrator. The batteries were getting old. She could tell. It hummed too loudly. Maybe she should just buy a new one. But all the trouble with the old one – Hell! Thank God she had Eric to fall back on when she got that hunger for meat. Like now, for instance.

Loretta pushed the button and waited. She heard giggling inside the apartment. Did Eric have a girl in there with him? A girl? With the money she had given him so he could pay the rent! The son of a bitch!

The door opened. It was a girl. And very naked. And her crotch was all wet and some cum was dripping out of her pussy.

"Oh… hello?"

"Is Eric home?" Loretta snapped.

She smiled a bit, but stopped. "Yeah. Wait a minute. Hey, Eric, there's some broad – I mean, some woman to see you."

"Just a minute, baby." He was at the door in a few seconds. "Loretta, what are you doing here?" He acted real cool about it.

She just stared at him. "You – prick! What the hell do you think you're doing? Who the hell is that whore!"

"Hey, babe, don't call her that," he said.

"I don't give a Goddamn shit what I call her." Loretta looked at him. He was just as naked as the chick was. "You got a lot of fucking nerve having her around when you know Goddamn well you've got me!"

"You!" He laughed. "Baby, I'm through with you."

"Through with me?" she repeated. "What the hell's that suppose to mean?"

"I'm sick of putting up with your shit! You don't own me any more!"

"Oh yeah? Well, how the hell are you going to live, then? Oh shit?"

"I'm making my own bread. I sold my book. I'm supporting myself from now on."

"You're a Goddamn fool. It'll never last!"

"We'll see, baby!" He slammed the door in her face.

That son of a bitch! He thinks he got it made, does he? He thinks he can live on the crumbs he gets from that publishing house?

Okay, she would give him his big opportunity, to see if he can do it. But when the time comes that he wants to come back, he can go fuck himself. Hell, she wouldn't take him back, at all! Let him beg for it, he and his big fat dick. They would both want her, and she'd give him nothing.

And just to show him that he missed out, she'd go through with her divorce with Richard. She'd have a talk with Elsa when she got back and they would plan it out so that she could catch them later on that night, with some of her bridge partners.