She fussed and at last he gave her body back to her. She glowed with the hot sex and the long orgasm, but already her stretched asshole and frictioned anal walls began to ache from his ass rape and she was exhausted from the tension, the pleasure and the release.
She rolled over and clung to him as if he were the world’s greatest feather bed. She murmured: “Gunnar!” Then she slipped off into a deep sleep, weak mouth partly open, beautiful lashes silken on her soft cheeks.
He stared down at her pretty face, felt her clutching, trusting warmth, and compared her to the Scandinavian beauty in the other room. It looked like he’d made a mistake in grabbing Crystal and making the blonde join his team. Crystal was an asshole when you came down to it. He had brains enough to run this project. He needed a sexy female to distract certain of the executives— but Leaf might be better.
Enjoying his after-sex euphoria and reminding himself he’d have to go wash his prodder pretty quick, he let the conviction grow in him.
Drop Crystal—use Leaf.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sylvia Ritter was the first woman executive that Crystal Locke had ever run into who wanted to be fixed up with a date for the evening. Sylvia Ritter was married, but her sales executive husband spent a lot of time out of town. Crystal was both shocked and amused when the older woman asked if Crystal knew any presentable, available men who might go for a sex fling. It showed how far Women’s Lib had gone— with the girls now ready to cheat on the boys!
Sylvia said: “You get around to all these companies, Crystal, where you meet lots of executives. You’re a good-looking woman. You must know a few safe men who’ve made signals at you.”
“That I do,” smiled Crystal. She thought about Sydney Martin, who had lost Leaf and begged her for dates all the time.
There was some risk. Both Ritters were top people at Fisk International Insurance Company, for which A-C was installing an 1100. If Fred Ritter found out that Crystal had set it up for his wife to be laid while he was out of town, there might be trouble.
On the other hand, Sylvia Ritter was as smooth as Steuben Glass and had the same elegance. She was a beautiful brunette in her early forties with a youngish, flowing body and luminous skin. She exuded sexual intensity. When she and Crystal ate lunch together in almost any dining room, men gazed at them both with reverence and a little awe. Also, Crystal couldn’t imagine the worldly, suave woman ever being caught.
There was something else about the Ritters that excited Crystal. They hinted that some game might be played on their new computer, making it the first time Crystal had run into light-fingered executives who contemplated sandbagging their company for profit.
There was no doubt that some game was afoot. Certain questions were asked, certain suggestions made in humorous ways, while eyebrows were lifted and certain statements were left hanging. Crystal hooked on to these in the same offhand manner, leaving the way clear for a proposition while still covering herself. To lift a few dollars from a company till with the help of executives might be safer than running a game on her own.
It was men, however, that came first with Sylvia.
“Next weekend Fred will be in Chicago,” Mrs. Ritter said to her one day after a tutoring session at Fisk International. “If you can find me some company, that’s the time.”
“I would think,” said Crystal evenly, “that you’d have no trouble finding bedmates, with your looks and— if you’ll excuse me — that sexual intensity you seem to have.”
Sylvia laughed.
“Of course I can get men— tons of them. The secret of successful cheating, though, is to use your good-looking acquaintances, not somebody in your regular rounds of living who might know, or later meet, your husband.”
“I think I can help you,” said Crystal. Sydney’s wife had still not come back, and Leaf was busy with Gunnar and the bank people.
“Saturday night,” said Sylvia. “If he’s good enough I may repeat on Sunday. Fred doesn’t usually come back from Chicago until the Monday morning flight.”
The place of assignation was the Ritter apartment atop the Shaftesbury-Seton Hotel, one of those expensive, quiet and luxurious hotels that only advertised for clients in the NEW YORKER or FORTUNE. The Ritters were strictly a class act, which would thrill Sydney.
Sylvia added: “Whether the man works out or not, you come over to the Shaftesbury on Sunday night. I think it’s time we talked about some special things we might want to do with the Avery-Cascade Computer.”
That excited Crystal. She was ready to move forward again on her own mission to get that money to clear her name. Her mission had been temporarily scrubbed with the appearance of Gunnar. Miraculously, he had moved on, taking Leaf Campbell, and leaving Crystal alone.
The last time she saw Gunnar was the night three weeks ago when he tried to force the anal outrage on her. Next day an apologetic Leaf moved out from her apartment across the street to Gunnar’s. A few days later, Crystal finished her tutoring assignment with the C-M Bank and saw those people no more. Nor Gunnar.
She was glad to be free of Gunnar. He wanted to cheat on the bank. The bank was the worst possible victim of a computer con game, because computer crimes against banks had already happened and been publicized. The C-M computer would be watched more closely than the Domino machine or the current Fisk International machine.
Domino was in the past. She hadn’t nicked them for a cent. C-M was Gunnar’s target— and good luck to him. Fisk International, with the help of the Ritters, could be just the right set-up that Crystal had in mind — insurance companies were loaded with money but not closely watched.
Sydney, the Personnel Director of Domino, was disappointed when Crystal told him that she wanted him to go out with Sylvia. Then he met Sylvia at a threesome lunch, which quickly changed his tune.
“Go out with her? My God, I ought to pay you and her both! Will she go out with me?”
She would— and did. Crystal could hardly wait for Sunday night, when she’d see Sylvia and hear the full story on Sydney — as well as the other matter.
It didn’t work out as well as Crystal hoped. About eight o’clock on Sunday night Sylvia called her to report that Sydney had worked out very well— so well that he was with her at the Shaftesbury to spend another night.
“We’ll talk about that other business tomorrow. All right, Crystal?”
“Sure,” said Crystal. “Have fun.”
She hung up. She had already dressed to walk over to the Shaftesbury, which was only a few blocks away, but she was happy for Sylvia and Sydney. It made her cunt warm to think of all the loving they’d be getting tonight. She even felt a little jealous of Sylvia, now that she was without a man.
At nine o’clock Crystal’s door buzzer sounded. There stood Fred Ritter with his overnight bag in his hand and a big smile on his face.
“Just on my way home,” said Fred. “Thought I’d stop by and see if you were busy.”
Panic froze her. “I— well, yes, I…”
“Sylvia and I want to talk over a special matter with you. Maybe you could walk over to the Shaftesbury with me.”
All Crystal could think about was a naked Sylvia and a naked Sydney a few blocks away— and Fred Ritter walking in on them. It would be hard enough on Sydney. It would be death on her.
“I— I don’t th-think Sylvia’s home. She told me yesterday that she was— uh— going to see her mother on Long Island tonight. May-maybe stay all night.”
Crystal shot a desperate glance at her phone. If she could only keep Fred here long enough to sneak a phone call of warning to Sylvia. The mother excuse might work, because Sylvia had told her she often visited her when there was no action. Fred wouldn’t check. He didn’t care for the mother.