Dick Ballz - One-On-One

Dick ordered a light lunch for them, and they had wine with the meal.

By the time they finished eating, Midge felt a little dizzy but otherwise marvelous. Everything seemed so very suddenly simple. Things didn't have to be bleak and dull. She was really enjoying herself immensely. Dick was very attentive and seemed to know how to go about doing things so that everything worked smoothly. It was reassuring to be with him. She didn't have to think about anything… and that was a welcome relief.

They left the restaurant and walked along arm in arm for a few blocks to the hotel. Midge gazed about her at the busy streets of New York. It was a bright, sunny day, yet not so hot that it was uncomfortable.

Everything looked rosy and hazy to her and she felt it was somehow exhilarating to be a little tipsy in the afternoon.

Dick opened the door to the hotel suite and ushered her into a beautifully furnished living room. Midge was surprised. She had not expected it to be so plush. "Why, it's really very nice," she exclaimed.

"Sure it's nice," Dick replied, going to the bar. "Nothing's too good for our clients. We can't make Kelly Household Products look cheap. Can we?"

"No… I guess not," said Midge. She had never even thought about such things. She usually bought the products that Dick's company manufactured, but she had never connected them with such things as elegant suites, or even handsome account executives like Dick. It was hard for her to remember the connection between Dick and her husband.

To Robert, this man was only a symbol of getting ahead… a stepping stone to a promotion. It was all so confusing. She decided to just forget about it. She didn't want to think about Robert anyway. It only made her angry all over again.

She sank deep into the pillows of the long sofa in the middle of the room and shook her shoes off. They landed on the thick rug with a softened thud.

"Here we are…" Dick said as he set two frosty glasses in front of her on the cocktail table. "Try this. I think you'll enjoy it."

"What is it?" Midge asked.

"Oh… it's a little special concoction of mine. It's got gin and bitters and a few other things… taste it!" He sat down next to her and raised his glass in a toast to hers.

"To us!" he said, letting his free hand drop to Midge's knee.

Midge hardly noticed his hand was there, for at first he didn't move it at all, just letting it rest there casually. The drink was potent but smooth and since Midge was slightly warm after their walk over, she drank it down thirstily.

Dick drained his own glass and set it down on the table. Then he encircled Midge in his arms and before she could object, kissed her fully on the lips. Midge tried to turn her head away, but he held her firmly. She realized that things were going a little too fast. She hadn't really thought about anything like this. She just hadn't thought at all actually. She tried to squirm away, but he held on tighter still, making it difficult for her to catch her breath. His hot tongue pushed deep inside her mouth, searching out all the secret, wet corners, flicking against and around moistly and persistently. "No… no…" she tried to cry out… but he continued his plunder of her mouth, pushing her head far back onto the back of the sofa so that her body arched against his; her full, soft breasts pressing into his chest. Midge kept her eyes tightly closed and tried desperately to pull away from him. But it was impossible, and in spite of herself, she felt the spark of a tantalizing desire mounting inside her. Suddenly a picture flashed in her mind. It was a picture of her husband kissing Dick's wife, Connie. She felt sick inside again for a moment… sick and disgusted with what she had seen and with herself, and then in an instant it all changed and her anger returned. That bastard! She would show him. He thought he could make a fool of her, but she would show him it wasn't quite so easy.

Dick's hands roved up and down her back and she felt one slip to her soft, smooth, rounded buttocks, where he began a slow massage that sent tingling pinpoints of pleasure racing through her. Suddenly it was as though Dick's tongue were a burning torch, shoving into her mouth… and everywhere that his body touched hers, she felt as though she were on fire. She uttered a low moan of passion that was lost in the soft sounds of his mouth on hers.

What am I doing? she thought. Oh, God… what am I doing? But it was too late to stop, even if she had really wanted to. Her body craved the hardness of a man against it, and its lustful signals were too strong to overcome any mental objection she might have had.

She felt herself sinking rapidly as the warm moisture of his breath brushed against her ear.

"Shall we go into the bedroom?" he whispered. The words resounded in her head, and instead of creating the effect that Dick had expected it was as though someone had thrown cold water on her. She felt cheap and dirty, like a common whore he had brought up from the street for an afternoon's entertainment.

"No!" she said suddenly, loudly. "No…" and abruptly wrestled herself free from his embrace.

Thinking that the battle was won, and that Midge was more than ready to go into the bedroom with him, Dick relaxed his strong grip on her body, so that it was easy for her to break away.

Midge jumped up, her face flushed and her hair in disarray. "No!" she cried. "Dick, I'm afraid I have to leave. I'm really not cut out for this… I'm…"

"Now wait just a minute," Dick said, his face reddening in anger. "Just who in hell do you think you are, Miss High and Mighty?" He reached up and pulled her roughly down on the sofa beside him. Once more his arms went around her and he began to speak to her in low, menacing tones, through clenched teeth, holding her tightly against him while he spoke.

"Now you listen to me, sweetie. You don't just run around drinking in hotel rooms with a guy and then think you're gonna walk out when it gets down to the nitty-gritty. You're not a teenager anymore, baby, and neither am I! Don't be fooled by the fancy fixings here. It may be pretty, but when you take all this stuff away it's just another hotel room… and I'm in it… and that adds up to just thing in my book."

The words stung her ears… and she tried desperately to get away from him, or at least to cover her ears so that she could not hear the ugliness of his words. He seemed different. His entire manner changed from that of a perfect gentleman to a coarse, crude longshoreman.

"No… no…" she screamed, "I've got to go. Please let me go!" But his strength was too much for her and he continued his cruel taunts, his eyes glinting fiercely and his handsome face distorted by a mixture of lust and anger.

"Listen, honey… I don't know if it means anything to you or not… but either you calm down and act sensibly or Mr. Church… that is his name isn't it? Bob Church? Well, Mr. Church won't get to be the big time exec at Carter and White. As far as I'm concerned it's a toss up between Carter and White and D.D.M. amp; O. for my account. And I tell you what. Mrs. Church is the one who gets to make the decision with that hot little pussy of hers. How about that?"

Dick chuckled to himself and once more covered Midge's lips with his.

He was determined to get into this little bitch's pants now, no matter what. He had been speculating too much, ever since the party last night, about what it would be like to feel his prick between her legs in that warm little pussy. To let her walk out the door now… just because she was new at the game was impossible. She'd just have to catch up fast, he thought.

Midge felt his cruel lips bruising hers, his tongue once more forcing its way lewdly into her helplessly resisting mouth. She could hardly believe her ears. It seemed impossible that this man was saying such things to her. The very fact that she was there alone in a hotel room with him seemed unreal to her, and she could not even imagine how it all had come about. Then suddenly she remembered. Her own husband and Dick's wife! Robert and Connie. It was all his fault. Neglecting her all this time; probably out making love to other women every night. All those nights he had refused her. She felt hysteria rising in her at the ludicrous position she was in. She didn't care about the damned promotion… all she cared about… all she could think about was the image of Robert making love with another woman, probably hundreds of other women… and she, playing the foolish little housewife. She was a woman, with a woman's needs.