"M-Missy…?" he said softly, half bending over her, his lecherous eyes feasting on her glistening, naked ass and thighs, but especially the damp, viscidly saturated, pink, hair-lined slit between them. "A-Are you all right, Missy…?"
"Y-Yes… of course, I'm all right," she replied, not moving… not caring a damn that she was still licentiously exposed to him, yet wondering, as the world of reality began to settle once more in her defiant brain, if she would ever be able to face him again. Good God! She'd actually sucked his prick! Sucked it until he'd shot his sperm into her mouth… and then… and then she'd swallowed it, like the animal-bitch that she was! His vile, ugly cock in her mouth… and she'd wanted it there! Oh… oh, Daddy… Lee…!
"C–Can I help you up, Missy?" he questioned softly, dropping down to one knee and slowly, hesitantly, placing his heavy calloused hand on her naked buttocks.
That did it! Abruptly, she sat up, squirming around in a sitting position with such violence that Gallant Red stomped and whinnied.
"You vile old bastard!" she spat into his face, hardly conscious of the fact that her heavy young breasts were completely exposed with her bra twisted crazily beneath them, her blouse hanging open, and paying no attention to her lewdly uncovered, blonde pubic mound and lubricious pink slit that were entirely revealed before his bloodshot eyes. "Don't ever put your filthy hands on me again! Whatever's happened… it was a mistake! I didn't know what I was doing! You took advantage of me! You hear, damn you! You took advantage of me!"
Angrily, she pulled down her skirt to cover herself, then adjusted her blouse so that he could no longer stare at her with those lecherous, bloodshot eyes, satisfied that she had thrown a scare he hadn't expected into him.
Slowly, Juan gained his feet; he was still smiling broadly. "And the roan? Did he take advantage of you too…? Or the Lobo, Missy?"
Katie swallowed with muscular tightness, her big blue eyes looking up hatefully into his broad, flat, grinning face. Slowly, she got to her feet, buttoning her blouse, then brushing at her disheveled hair to remove the strands of clinging straw.
"No one would ever believe you!" she hissed. "No one! They'd say you were crazy… even your wife, Rosita!" She moved closer to him, showing her small white teeth. "I could have you arrested for attempted rape! They'd hang you, Juan Chaverez! Or, if I said the word, Genghis would tear you to pieces…! Now, get out of here… and don't ever come back! If I see you on the K Bar L again, I'll fix you good! You understand, old man? Get out…!"
Juan hadn't moved. He sensed his slow rising anger building enragingly. The little bitch! She intended to destroy him… to cover her own wanton lust by sacrificing the poor defenseless Chicano. And she could, he realized… she could!
"I–I don't know why you're angry with me, Missy?" he said, forcing his smile as he clenched his hands into fists. "I'm your friend. I would never tell a soul… you know that… hoping that one day you might need old Juan for one reason… or another. Please… think about it today… and don't be too angry with an old man who lost his head over a beautiful young senorita, eh? Please…?"
Katie forced herself to return his eye-level stare, even though his were pleading. She had the upper hand, thank God… but she knew she was lying… She was to blame as much, probably more than he was… but God almighty, what could she do? She had to think of Daddy's position, of Lee and Mom, too…! She hadn't meant for any of it to happen… it'd just happened! She'd let those wild sensations run away with her, and before she'd realized what she was doing, she was… Oh God!
"A-All right, Juan, I'll trust you," she said, almost venomously. "B-But if you ever breathe a word of it to anyone and I hear it… I'll let Genghis rip you into shreds! I swear it!"
"Yes, Missy…"
"Now… get out of here, or do whatever you're supposed to do!"
"Yes, Missy… and gracias, gracias…!"
PART TWO: GIL
CHAPTER FOUR
It was after 7:00 A.M., but Gil Martin was yet to close his eyes. They'd gotten to bed around four and Jan had passed right out. She'd been pretty tight, as usual these days, stripping and letting her clothes fall where they might then tumbling naked into the sack. He doubted that she'd remember, but she'd made a wanton little ass of herself at the club, flitting from one male to another while she poured in the booze, until he'd become so damned irritated that he'd hustled her out of there; and all the way home she'd sung dirty songs to him, at the same time trying to get his fly open and his prick out of his pants.
"For Christ sakes, will you cut it out, Jan!" he'd snapped at her. "You want us to be stopped by the police…?"
"Ohhh, go on, Baby," she'd replied, giggling loosely, her beautiful face slack and numb-looking behind its drunken smile, her lovely dark eyes glazed and her upswept coiffeur a disheveled mess. "What little old policeman's gonna be dumb 'nough to stop us, eh…? Why… we're the social elite of Breynar… 'member, Honey… the Martins? B'sides… I just wanted to play with your li'l ol' peter… Nothin' wrong with that after sixteen years of wedded bliss is there…?"
Somehow, he'd managed to contain her, get her home and into the house, but not until she had slipped into a crying jag before she'd finally collapsed into bed. Christ, he hadn't realized until these last few days what a state things had reached in his family that meant everything to him. He'd even forgotten how much he loved her, and his precious twins, whom, he seldom even saw to speak to anymore. He'd been too Goddamned busy making money… too overwhelmed with what he'd figured was his good fortune at becoming Darrel Jenkins' protege, mistakenly believing that the money and worldly things he lavished on them were the real keys to happiness. What a stupid damned fool he'd been, and how well he knew it now that it was too late!
How in God's name could he ever have known that Jenkins was using him? The little gargoylish bastard! Had there been some sort of financial scheme in the back of the weirdo's perverted brain he might have seen through it; after all, finance was his business; but Darrel Jenkins was a millionaire many times over, as well as being Saguaro's Board Chairman, and when he'd given him the nod as Manager of the Breynar branch he'd jumped at the chance. Who wouldn't? From an obscure loan officer to top man of one of the concern's main houses was no small accomplishment… and all he had thought of was what it was going to mean to Jan and the twins.
The fact that Darrel Jenkins was a bachelor seemed no more than natural. At four feet eight or nine, chicken-breasted, bald, reckless and ugly-faced, one didn't associate him with the opposite sex, even in thought… and that had been his first mistake.
Jenkins had sprung the girls on him shortly after their first land deal together. But first the little man had invited him to dinner at his exclusive Phoenix apartment, and over fine, imported wine, explained the simplicity of making a substantial profit on a quick turnover of some desert land where he knew a shopping center was undoubtedly going to be constructed. Was Gil interested? Naturally, he had been… any fool would've been, but he had no money to invest…
"Hardly a problem," the monstrous little creature had replied, grinning at him. "A bit of manipulation at the bank… make yourself a loan."
"Without collateral?"
"You have collateral, Gil," he said evenly. "I'll sign your note…"
And he had! The profits in less than a month had been staggering! He'd bought the K Bar L with them, and then had followed more and more such investments, until he no longer felt it necessary for his benefactor's signature on his loans, even though he knew that without collateral they were illegal, or at the very least, could cost him his position if discovered. But confidence had come with success, and he'd never lost a dime on Darrel Jenkins' ventures. Besides, he didn't want the little man to know that his savings were next to nil… that somehow he'd managed to squander all the money he'd made on luxuries for his beloved family with whom he was seldom in attendance anymore. A businessman such as Darrel Jenkins might not approve… or he might lose faith in him, and he didn't want that to happen. Their new existence… their place in the social register of Breynar… had become too luxurious, too necessary to give up now…