Simon Jillson - Driven To Depravity

The guilt Judy felt about what she had done was tempered by the knowledge that Mark was going to live.

She noticed that Milton Caldwell had finished reading his papers. The banker arranged them in a precise perfect stack in front of himself, placed a pen and a pencil exactly one inch on either side of the pile, then sat back. The expression on his pink face was unreadable.

Steven Shein was next to finish. Casually, he dropped the last one on the top of his untidy heap and rubbed his eyes. His expression was just as unreadable as Caldwell's.

Paula Shein added the papers she had been reading to her husband's stack. Her lips quirked and she glanced at Judy, and shrugged.

Andrew McCarter was frowning. Judy watched him nervously. His forehead was wrinkled slightly – three faint lines between his red eyebrows.

Reaching the end of the final sale contract, he leafed back through it and reread it. Keeping the contract open to that page he set it in front of him, and weighed it down with an ashtray.

"Well," Milton Caldwell began, "everything seems to be in order. Is everything agreeable to you, Mr. Shein?"

Judy watched him fearfully. The short, powerfully built man nodded.

"Yes."

"Mrs. Shein?" Caldwell asked.

"If it's all right with him, it's all right with me," she said agreeably.

"Mr. McCarter?"

The big Irishman frowned. "No."

Judy flinched at the single, short denial. Oh God, not now!

Milton Caldwell looked mildly startled. "Oh? What seems to be the problem?"

"Two problems," the red-haired man answered. "First is the date I take occupancy. That has been changed from what Mr. Shein and I originally agreed upon."

He paused and Judy's eyes went to the Sheins. Steven Shein was looking at the agreement. Paula Shein was carefully inspecting her long, elegant fingernails.

"Second problem is in the mortgage," McCarter went on. "There is a prepayment penalty in the mortgage." He looked at Caldwell.

Caldwell nodded blandly. "Well, yes, that is standard bank policy," he responded.

"Well then, it's no deal," McCarter said firmly.

Judy thought she was going to die.

"I see," Caldwell said blandly. "That's unfortunate."

"What's wrong with the date of occupancy?" Paula Shein asked, her voice soft.

Judy eyed the tall woman carefully. She had the feeling something was brewing.

"What's wrong? I have to be out of my present place on the first of the month, and according to this I can't move into your house until the last of the month. At least, that is when you are scheduled to vacate it," McCarter pointed out. "I don't understand why it was changed."

"Maybe there's an error on your copy," Paula Shein suggested, getting up from her chair. She strolled around the table, her moves easy, graceful languid, and sexy. When she got behind Andrew McCarter, she leaned over him, and studied his papers. Judy saw that one of the woman's big, lush breasts was brushing the side of McCarter's head, and that he responded by leaning against the warm, soft mound and rubbing his cheek against Paula's shining satin blouse.

"Mr. McCarter," Paula said softly, "this agreement says we will vacate the house on the last day of the month, if you so desire. However, I don't see where it makes any statement as to when you are to move in."

She shifted to rub her full breast provocatively against the man's cheek. She also slid one hand down and rested it on his thigh.

Judy watched a gleam come into McCarter's blue eyes. Leaning away from the tall woman pressed so intimately close to him, he looked first at her face, then his gaze traveled downward to admire the full thrust of her breasts and her trim waist. "Just what, exactly, are you driving at, Mrs. Shein?" he asked softly.

Judy's heart was hammering. Was Paula Shein such a wanton that she was going to seduce the man right here? Judy glanced at Steven Shein. He was watching the interplay between his wife and Andrew McCarter with great interest. When he felt Judy's gaze on him, he glanced at her and smiled. Judy realized then that the whole thing had been planned.

She shot a glance at Milton Caldwell. He was gripping the edge of the table so tightly the tips of his fingers were white. His collar looked too tight. It was cutting into the soft flesh of his neck, and the color of his face had changed from pink to red. His gray eyes were looking so hard at Paula Shein it looked as if they might push his glasses off his nose.

Paula Shein leaned easily back against the table beside Andrew McCarter, posing her long body in a graceful line. She began unbuttoning her satin blouse. "I am sure that you would find living with us for a month most – stimulating."

"Oh?" Andrew McCarter replied innocently. "In what way?" He dropped his gaze to the pair of breasts Paula Shein was slowly exposing. Her blouse was open down the center now. She wore no bra. He could see the magnificent full thrust of her bosom, the heavy, exciting undersides of her breasts, the deep, lush valley between them.

"Why, physically, of course," she answered. "Steven and I are students of a wide variety of physical cultures. For example," the concluded, leaning forward, placing her hands on the Irishman's cheeks,

"touching." She lowered her mouth to his, her lips pursed, but open.

Paula was thrusting her tongue deep in McCarter's mouth in bold exploration, taking the initiative. Paula's heavy breasts swayed enticingly. Andrew McCarter took his hands from the edge of the table and reached for her heavy glands. Casually brushing her blouse open, he lifted and massaged the heavy globes, his palms rubbing over her large, alert nipples.

Judy was feeling rushes of flame sweep through her just from watching Paula Shein and Andrew McCarter necking and petting their way up to a searing plateau of lust. Tearing her eyes off them, she glanced at Milton Caldwell. He looked as if he was about to explode. Then Judy looked at Steven Shein. He looked interested but complacent. He cocked an eyebrow at Judy, then gave a small jerk of his head in the direction of Milton Caldwell.

The banker? What about the banker? Then understanding dawned.

Obviously, the matter of date of occupancy was being negotiated already. That still left the problem of the prepayment penalty clause.

Judy got up from her chair, her heart pounding. She felt both sick and excited. It was such a preposterous setting – the staid, conservative conference room of the bank. But it made it all the more exciting.

Milton Caldwell was barely aware of Judy's approach. When she moved into his line of sight, he shifted so he could still see Paula and Andrew. Judy sat on the table in front of Caldwell and glanced over her shoulder at Paula Shein and Andrew McCarter. What she saw sent her blood pressure soaring. She could not blame the banker for wanting to keep on watching.

The red-haired buyer had bared Paula to the waist. Still seated, he was leaning forward, his head tipped back. He was sucking and tonguing first one rubbery tit, then the other, making the dark buds gleam, and stand up proudly and ask for more attention. Paula was running her fingers through his auburn locks. Her head was tipped back, her breasts thrust forward. Her face was a mask of lust – open mouth, slitted eyes.

"About that prepayment penalty," Judy said softly to Caldwell, still listening to the ecstatic sighs from Paula Shein as McCarter sucked on her breasts.

Milton Caldwell shook his head. His necktie bobbed nervously as he swallowed. "Bank policy," he squeaked. His eyes were still locked on McCarter and Paula Shein.

Judy undid the top button of her blouse. "You can make an exception," she said softly.

Caldwell shook his head again, still without taking his eyes off the couple down the table from him. "I am sorry, but it is just not done.