Jon Reskind: Walo_s mistress

"Is that what this place is?"

"Sure enough is, Baby. Once, back in the late twenties, it was a popular spot for silent screen stars… weekend shack-up trysts and the like. Rudy says when he was a kid there was some other activity nearby… a dance pavilion and another hotel, but they burned down and now there's nothing but peace and quiet. Listen… You ever heard anything prettier sounding than that surf pounding out there, Baby?"

Lynn lay quietly, listening. She heard the wash, the rising crescendo, then, the back tide. It was… it was beautiful! Only once on Cape Cod as a little girl had she ever heard its equal.

"Crazy, eh?"

"Yes… yes, Darling," she whispered. "It is a beautiful sound."

"And that's why I'm here, Rabbit… because it's beautiful, and so are they, Virgin and Rudy. Christ, the world ought to have more people like…"

"Are they married?"

"Hell yes, seven or eight years… and they know how to live, Doll… as you'll see…"

"What about the others, Earl?" she interrupted. "There must be twenty or so… fellows and girls… most of them just kids… Do they live here, too?"

"They come and go, Baby. They've got no place so Rudy gives them one, a place to sleep, food to eat, and they can stay as long as they like."

"But how can he afford to feed them all?"

"Rudy's got a small income from his father's estate; then, those who do have jobs or whatever, dump their money into the pot to take care of the other less fortunates."

"Earl… most of them… they looked as if they were on stuff… They were, weren't they? Most of them, I mean, even the two homosexuals… they were high."

Earl laughed. "Oh, Baby… Baby! You've got a lot to learn! Wow! I hope you don't have hang-ups on dope… I mean, this country rocks with it, Lover."

"I don't have any hang-ups… and I know all about dope… but to find you living here, Darling…"

"Hey… look, Baby, this is it… where it's at, eh! Listen, these kids might well be you and me except for a few years! I mean, they're with it… happy… doing their own thing! Christ, Chickie, don't put 'em down… not even the fags… And incidentally, how come you spotted them? Charlie and Ted are cool cats, not readily tagged as gay boys."

"Remember me, husband… the half-sister of Nickie."

"Oh, shit, I forgot. Yeah, you got an eye for those dollies haven't you?"

"He was good to me, Darling… in my hour of need, so as to speak," Lynn said, smiling.

Earl stared into her green eyes lustfully; he had to see her long pent-up desire there, she knew, and all else began to fade from her mind. He ran his hand through her long flaxen hair and down to her breast, cupping its velvety fullness hungrily, then, smothering it with his face, his lips encompassing its pink, vibrant nipple, his tongue teasing and loving it.

Lynn felt the pent-up sensations of deprived months and months racing through her belly and loins. She kissed his temple, his cheek, his ear, teasing her tiny tongue into it; then she felt his hand moving down her waist and hips, across her abdomen toward the gilded, hair-covered mound between her legs… and at last, the soft, gently throbbing lips of her cunt… felt the sharpness of his fingernail tracing the thin pink line of her adjoined pussy-lips down toward the soft orbs of her buttocks… the smooth furrow separating them… the tiny, raised, hairless opening of her anus…

God! Oh, how she wanted him!

"I'm going to fuck you now, Rabbit!" he hissed hotly. "I'm going to make up for two years in two hours! I'm going to bury my cock in you and blow my balls right inside your soft little belly."

"Oh… oh… yes, yes, Darling… yesssss!" Lynn whimpered, his beautiful and lewd love words setting her brain aflame with passion. "Oh, Lord, do it. Lover! Please fuck me good and empty your love juice into me! I need it so badly!"

She couldn't restrain from squirming onto her back and forcefully drawing him between her widespread thighs, opening and lifting her legs further as she reached down between them to find his prick, her eyes closed, her mouth opened and breathing heavily as she heard him grunt when her fingers encircled its hot hardness. "OOhhh Goddd!" she moaned, manipulating his turgid cock-head upward from her buttocks between the moist lips of her wanting cunt, spreading them and the entwining golden pubic hair apart, finally placing it at the mouth of her quivering little vagina. She felt his warm, strong hands clutching at her breasts and the ecstasy of his weight cradled between her thighs, heavy upon her pelvis and stomach. "Oh… Lover… Darling… fuck me now… oh, please, my sweet! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Two years was a damned long time, Earl Carter had been thinking ever since Lynn had made contact and let him know she was arriving, and with the loot! Jesus Christ, he'd pulled it off… they had pulled it off! He couldn't have done it without her… the luscious doll. Christ, all he had to do was think of that voluptuous body of hers and his prick jumped and throbbed as if it'd been hot-wired. Damn, what a merry ass-romping he was going to give her as quickly as he could get her to a sack. He couldn't help but wonder what two years had done to her sexually. She'd always been a fair lay, and what she lacked in know-how she fucking well made up in physical attributes. Shit, he could almost cum just picturing her lying there naked and waiting before him.

He sat at a bar in International Airport drinking top-grade whiskey… a forgotten luxury… wearing his only Goddamned suit and bluffing his way along. The bluffing, of course, was only for the red-vested barkeep and the mouthy, bragging bastard next to him. But the fact of the matter… the fucking truth of the whole picture was, that the doll was coming in with sixty Gs… sixty thousand bananas for him… after two fucking years of beach combing and playing dead! Jesus Christ! He could hardly comprehend it! He scooped up his glass, drained it and ordered another. He still had three bucks in his pocket.

"That's VO, boy!" he reminded the barman.

"Yes, sir."

"I can't stand cheap booze," Earl said, dragging cigarettes from a side pocket.

"Know what you mean, Man," the bald-headed asshole beside him bit. "This one's on me… what'd you say your name was?"

"I didn't. But it's Weldon… Diamonds, Copenhagen."

"Yeah… well. Clark, farm machinery, Des Moines. Ah… give me a Cutty-soda, Jack. Tell me, Weldon… what could you pick up a nice mounted stone for… I mean we got this little chick in Pittsburgh, see."

Hell, he'd laid it on that bullshitter all right! Even given him one of his old cards that he'd found in the suit… one of those special jobs he'd had printed when he was occasionally Lawrence Weldon from Copenhagen representing the International Rare Gems Associates… shit! If he hadn't had to lay low these past twenty-four months he could've made himself a small fortune, but he would have been a fool to blow sixty grand clean… and now it was coming in… with the doll carrying it. Man! He was going to fuck her silly this night!

Sixty grand and a delicious fuck! That didn't sound too much like a dumdum's agenda. And that sixty, with Rudy's thirty, and what they'd made on the girls, was going to do it! One hundred Gs! Enough to do business with Lopez… all those beautiful rifles, handguns, tommy… what have you. Christ! Two hundred Gs once the cache was delivered into that Blackman's hands! So… the Blackman intended to stir up a little rebellion with 'em… so piss on that, too! If he didn't get 'em from Rudy and himself, he'd get them somewhere else, but he'd get 'em!

Wow, Man… wow!

"… So I said to this chippy," his bald-headed drinking companion was saying, "I said, listen you cunt! You've eaten more cock than you have pork chops! You either get your lips on the red end of this prick or I call the pit boss! Now, in Vegas, Weldon, a bitch doesn't want to call down the wrath of a pit boss on her hustling ass, see, so…"