Jon Reskind - Sir Launcelot volume 1

"Just a few things I want you to remember," Max Bovino was saying to her, and she found herself listening with fearful attention. "I'll let you go on living where you are until I make up my mind for certain about you. But you'll see no more of that punk, Halo, 'cause if you do, then I'll have to send Silk and a couple of boys to pay him a visit… one that I'm sure he won't forget right away. Meantime, you be nice and I'll let his debt ride awhile… give him a chance to raise the money. Clear?"

"I-I hear you… but…"

"There's no Godamned buts, doll," he snapped, leaning forward angrily. "Not if you know what's good for you and all concerned, eh?" He paused a moment, as if waiting for his warning to sink in, then: "As for your kid… she'll be safe. No one will harm her; I promise that. Besides, she'll win that contest Monday night… and don't rack your brain wondering how I know about it… because I sponsored it," he chuckled. "A little civic promotion goes a long ways in a burg like this. Just take my word for it, your little Nadine will cop all the ribbons, plus the five-grand cash that goes with it… Now… does that please you?"

Susan couldn't help the one elating feeling his last few statements sent through her. Even if the contest was rigged, she didn't care as long as Nadine was the winner… and all of that money… With that she could get her away from here, out of their evil reach! Somehow, she would contact Jamey; he would help!

"Now, for you, my little China-doll," he said, grinning. licentiously, "you're basic function will be to satisfy my sexual needs and wants, eh?"

Susan didn't answer; she couldn't speak; but with every passing second the vague realization that she was trapped was becoming more and more evident to her. It was either she, herself… or both Nadine and Jamey… and undoubtedly her in the end, too. Dear God, what could she do? who could she turn to? There was no one… and she was not fool enough to believe that she could go to the police with such a story. No crime had been committed… not yet… and after, it would be too late…

"Wh-What else do you expect of me?" Susan questioned, hardly believing the sound of her own voice.

Max Bovino smiled delightedly. "You'll dance downstairs in the casino," he said. "You'll be my new star and I'll call you… Su… Su Lyn, the China-doll… yeah, I like that… Su Lyn, the China-doll. But you won't perform any of the fuck stuff… that is, as long's you please me. We'll leave that for the other cunts. You'll just do a nice sexy dance that'll make every male in the joint walk around with a hard on, eh?"

Even with all of the foul and vile things he was saying to her, plus the lascivious performance he expected her to give right in public and before people she knew, Susan couldn't help the near-prurient sensations his deep voice sent through her as he casually spoke the lewd four-letter words and visualized the graphic scene each one depicted in her brain. Good Lord, what was happening to her, anyway? She was actually losing her abhorrence of him! Or was it her baby's future, and both Nadine's and Jamey's safety that she realized she was purchasing with her own body, giving her the courage and strength to go on with it.

"And now, my little lotus-blossom," he said, reaching down and petting Lonny's massive head, "I want to see you… naked." He grinned salaciously. "Kind of an… audition, we'll call it, eh? After all, I can't very well give you top-billing until I see what you look like, now can I?"

Susan gave a little start, his use of the word – forgetting the licentiousness of his, now, lust-filled expression – but, his very use of the word see, surprising her. It also instigated a new confidence that she welcomed within, for in God's holy name, she could never simply undress before him, or any man, except her dead and buried Cal… not with the blas' wantonness she knew he expected. But the fact that he could not see her, she realized, was even going to make this possible.

Slowly, she got to her feet. She was wearing a white blouse and her black waitress skirt. She must think of what she was doing as if she were alone in the room, perhaps at home in her own bedroom… and she was doing it for Nadine… for Jamey. Her slender fingers went to the buttons of her blouse and began to unbutton them. She looked down into the great dog's deep brown eyes that were staring up at her. Max Bovino had not moved, but she knew that he was aware of her every movement.

Suddenly, he said: "Come over here closer, baby… I want to get used to having you near me."

Hesitantly, but forcing herself, Susan responded, moving within his reach. Then, she felt his big hand on her leg beneath her skirt, but only an inch or so above her nylon covered knee. She steeled herself to his touch, visualizing the beautiful face of Nadine in her mind… then, she removed her blouse.

He said in an unbelievable soft, deep voice: "Are you scared?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I-I've never done this for any man before… only Cal, my husband."

She saw his pleased, lusty smile, and the unwanted realization of his handsomeness became more evident. Then, with the tiny galvanic sensations rippled through her once more, and it was almost as if she wished he could see her.

"Can you dance?"

"A little."

"That's all you need. They won't be looking at your ability… only at that luscious body," he said, his tongue slipping out to lick at his lips. "That's the way men are, doll, we like to see our women naked."

"See?" Susan repeated. She couldn't resist the temptation to taunt him. She had stripped to her panties and bra, her hose and shoes, and now she stood before him, hands moving to rest on her full, rounded hips, her pretty mouth twisted cruelly as she stared down at him.

"That's right, doll," he half-hissed, coming slowly to his feet before her, only inches away. "Except with me, I have that alliance of senses remember? I see with my hands…"

When Max Bovino's huge hands reached out and touched the smooth white flesh of her slender waist, Susan felt her knees momentarily buckle. She hadn't anticipated a blind-man's tactile eye sight, and the shock of his hot flesh upon her near-naked body almost sent her into a second faint; yet, somehow, she managed to shake the giddiness and kept from toppling, while with unbelievable gentleness, he passed his fingertips over her silken, ivory-skin, upward along her arms and across her shoulders to her long, swanlike neck.

"Christ!" he gasped, his breath hot in her face. "You are beautiful! Hell, yes… beautiful!" He let the ends of his fingers trace the small bone contours of her facial features, while she stood immobile, hardly able to breathe beneath the grazing feel of his surprisingly stimulating hands. "You… you're live velvet… so smooth… so soft," he hissed, then he was moving behind her, his big hand on her shoulder as if to guide him, while simultaneously he untied the belt of his robe.

Susan felt his arms slip around her waist as she remained stone-still, with her flimsy panties and bra, garter belt and hose, her last useless protection. Then, he kissed her soft, naked shoulder and his hands smoothed over the little bowl of her satiny, white belly, while she shuddered with an uncontrollable, and unwanted sensation of delight.

"Let me do the rest," he whispered, his hands moving up behind her to unhook her bra, then, slipping beneath her arms to her large, full, pointed breasts, his great hands sliding beneath to cup upward and lift them as cool air brushed teasingly against her unleashed nipples that burst into hard, berry-like solidness.

Susan couldn't resist the overwhelming urge to lay her head back against his powerful shoulder, and though she realized the almost wantonness of the submissive act, she satisfied her conscience in knowing she was doing it for Nadine and Jamey… and gently, she pressed her buttocks back inside his opened robe, to force his, now, long, thick hardness up against his own belly with the upper portions of their round fullness.