Eileen Over - Eager To Bed Bunny

Someone yelled for a coffee and Claudia went over to the gleaming Gaggia machine. She adjusted the wooden knob, yanked on the lever and listened to the huge mechanism hiss and spurt.

The foreigner was eyeing her and when he beckoned Claudia asked if he wished another scotch. "No," he spoke rapidly. "My name is Maurier and in a few minutes I intend to drive out of Italy up to France, to the Riviera, to be exact, where I reside. You are far too beautiful to be working in a place of this sort."

"Ah hah, another film producer."

"Wrong. A successful businessman, and there is place for you in my employ."

Claudia's heart had leaped. "How much time do I have to decide?"

Maurier glanced at his gold wrist watch. "Five minutes. No more, no less."

Fat Alberto, the boss who yearned to sleep with her had yelled: "Claudia, you lazy thing. I am waiting for that order and not standing here to watch you flirt with foreign customers."

Claudia filled two small cups with espresso and placed them before Alberto. "You can go to hell with my permission."

"Bastal Enough, before I forget myself. Cosa che? What is the matter with you? Make sure you are m the storeroom promptly tonight. And when I come to you let there be fire in your heart and warmth in your loins."

"Figilo di putana!' Claudia rolled her apron into a bundle, tossed it on a shelf, screwed a fresh Sobranie into her cigarette holder and strutted out from behind the bar.

Maurier led her before the surprised ex-employer out to his car. That night, in a swank hotel far up on the Italian Riviera Claudia undressed and waited for her new man to come to her.

Just when she was on the verge of falling asleep Maurier, completely nude, left the bathroom and entered the darkened bedroom. He seated himself on the edge of the bed and slid a hand between the girl's well-rounded thighs. She shifted and opened her long legs, showing him the furry bush carpeting her femaleness. Maurier moved his hand up to play with her breasts instead.

Moonlight seeped into the room, gleaming on the lush body. Claudia, in a state of heat, squirmed and moaned as Maurier's hands worked her rounded, well-developed breasts. "Come into me, now, now," she had whispered. "I never thought I could be so on fire."

Fluid leaked out of her boiling hot opening and her breath was ragged. Still the man delayed taking her. He had, in fact, avoided her as she offered the warm, extremely exciting body.

She begged him while twisting over the bed, sending her hips into swelling curves, rounding out the contours of her miraculous body. But when he fell upon her in a savage embrace, Claudia cried out. The man was built like a donkey!

"Aiiiieeeeeee!"

"Ahhh, yes, ahhh, my beauty, ahhh, my sweet, ahhh, my prizewinner!"

Claudia forgot the size of the instrument penetrating her and responded like an animal in heat, fitting herself to Maurier, rising up to meet his downward thrusts, keeping every part of her strong body in motion.

She came, again, and again, and again, until after what must have been the twentieth orgasm she lay back, not only exhausted but about to faint.

The past now receded and the present returned.

Hugh, drinking his whiskey thought any man who could make a dish like Claudia come twenty times without climaxing himself had the durability of a statue and should be envied.

Claudia searched within the voluminous pockets of her robe and brought out a rubber instrument. "Here, this is how he made me pop off twenty times."

"A false penis! A rubber dildo!"

"Exactly. I hope I shall get the real thing from you."

"Is he impotent or what?"

"Too small. He shoves the little that nature gifted him with into this thing. He possesses many dildos, all different shapes." She got up, tossed down the remains of her whiskey. "I shall leave the bottle with you. Sweet dreams."

"Hey, wait!" He reached for her, gaining a fast feel of the fabulous breasts and making a swift sweat pass over the bursting ass. She kissed him hotly, allowed him to tweak the nipples of her breast and open her robe.

Hugh, encountering hot nakedness was immediately, excited. He dipped lower, trying to shove her strong legs apart and bring his penis up into her bush-covered slit. He had barely gotten it in when the girl gave a wrench of her ass.

"Later." She was gone, blending into the darkness of the empty hallway.

"Shit!"

Shortly before midnight there was again a knock on the door. Thinking it was the maid, Claudia, back to offer him the body that she had denied previously, Hugh hastily sat up and switched on the small table lamp. His clothing was scattered about the room and he was naked, covered only by a flimsy sheet.

"Come in."

The door opened and the odor of whiskey entered, followed by the tall, slightly wobbling but still aristocratic form of his employer, Maurier.

"Good evening to you, my dear chauffeur." The man bowed like a Prussian of the old school.

Hugh stared at him with genuine amazement. What in hell was all this? "Is there something I can do for you?"

"Sir!" Maurier corrected.

"Sir," repeated Hugh.

"Yes, that is better." Maurier indicated the uniform hanging on the door of the closet. "What about it, does that thing fit?"

"A bit too tight in the chest but it fits, Sir."

"Excellent. Some time in the morning, perhaps after breakfast, we shall leave, you, I and Claudia." He glanced about the room, his eyes coming to rest on Hugh. lingering a bit too long for comfort on the muscles and hard, rock-like chest of the young man.

"Anything else, sir?"

"Tell me, what were you, a boxer or a wrestler? Or is it perhaps karate that formed such muscles?"

"I worked in the mines."

"Coal mines? Where?"

"In America. Pennsylvania to be exact. And I went into the diamond mines outside of Johannesburg, South Africa."

"A true worker, using muscle instead of brains. Ahh well, we all cannot possess great intelligence, eh?" Maurier's smile was slight, just one corner of his mouth turning up.

Hugh feigned a yawn and allowed his eyes to close down as if he was ready to fall asleep.

Maurier hesitated. "Ahh, you are tired. Pity. I was ready to ask you to Join me in a nightcap."

Oh. oh, the bastard is starting in early, thought Hugh. "Some other time, sir. I better get a good night's sleep if we have to leave so early tomorrow."

"I agree." Again Maurier viewed Hugh's body and chest; then with a slight bow he withdrew, closing the door gently behind him.

Hugh frowned, thinking he had again put his foot right into a bad situation. After a while he switched off the light and settled down for the night. One hour later rain arrived, bringing with it an explosive thunder.

He found it impossible to sleep. The rain, the memories of the Baldwin's, the gnawing thought that Maurier was crazy, all this was too disturbing.

He wondered about Jane Baldwin, worried that the girl might be searching the town for him. It was just as well that he was leaving. Again, Hugh closed his eyes and tried to sleep.

Later came the sounds; cats crying out there in the garden, strange birds suffering under the rain? or what? He listened, straining his ears, attempting to identify the noise.

Then the sobbing, or perhaps sighing, floated smoothly on waves of sound, and as he listened more intently he knew it was caused by a woman. Ohh, yeah, good old sex, it had to be.

Hugh slid his legs over the side of the bed, donned his trousers, and, bare-footed, stepped out into the hallway. He pursued the sound, going from one darkened and deserted room to another until he discovered the source.

Slowly, certainly, gently like a thief, he wrapped his fingers about the doorknob of Claudia's door. He peered into her room, hearing nothing. Then in that instant lightning exploded and in the brief, almost brilliant light, he realized that the maid's bed was mussed up but empty.