"Jay Snyder?"
She nodded. "Jay Snyder."
So that was it, Mike thought. Sure, it all made sense; that was just the way those scum operated. Although he felt pity for Cindy in her situation, he was happy to hear what she said; happy first because he knew he could convince her to help him fight Snyder, and happier still to hear that she wasn't in love with Steve Paul.
He put his fingers under her chin, tilted her face until their eyes met. God, she was beautiful!
"Cindy," he said, "I think I can help you."
"You? How?"
"Well," he said, "you were right a little while ago. I am a cop."
She shrank back from him, looked around the room as if seeking help from someone who was there but not visible to either of them.
"It's OK. Don't worry, I'm not after you. I want Snyder. I want him behind bars. Now, I'm willing to make a deal with you. If you'll help me get Snyder, I'll help you get your brother out of jail."
She looked at him in amazement. "How?" she said. "How can you do that?"
"Easy. You just give me the name of that cop, the one who framed your brother, and let me take care of it. I guarantee that if you're telling the truth, your brother will be out of jail in a month."
"I am telling the truth," she said quietly. For the first time in a year, she was beginning to feel something like hope. Maybe this man could help her and her brother; no one else had, not the public defender, certainly not Steve Paul. Oh, if he could help her! She would do anything he wanted. "What do I have to do?" she said.
"Almost nothing," said Mike. "First you have to tell me everything you know about Snyder and Steve Paul."
"Gladly," she said. "I know plenty."
"And then you have to be willing to testify against them in court. You'll have immunity, of course, and police protection."
"I'll do it," she said. She got up and walked around the room, came back, sat down next to Mike, looked him in the eyes. "I guess all cops aren't bad," she said.
Mike laughed. "No," he said. "Not all of us. Not even most of us." He returned her gaze, was reminded in a flash of her unbelievable beauty, of the desire he felt for her. Their new alliance had made that desire increase a hundredfold. He wanted this girl, oh how he wanted her, and right now, tonight!
Cindy was thinking exactly the same thing. She had known right away that there was something special about Mike, had known it from the first moment when she caught his eye at the party. And now they would be partners. He's so wonderful, she thought, and he's really kind of sexy too. She felt the first calls of passion sounding inside her as she stared into his eyes, felt the yearning deep inside her body that she knew would only be satisfied when this man came in her.
She jumped across the couch into his lap. She threw her arms around his neck and crushed her mouth against his in a long, lingering, maddening kiss. Then she began to brush her lips against his, gently, softly, outlining his lips with her tongue. At the same time she rotated her hips, grinding her ass down on his cock rising inside his trousers.
Holy Christ, he thought, this is going to be even better than I imagined. He thought of Lisa, he could never turn him on the way this girl was doing, could never free herself from her inhibitions so that she could enjoy sex as it was supposed to be enjoyed. Too bad, Lisa, he thought, and then he stopped thinking altogether as he raised his hips to meet Cindy's ass, to press himself as deeply as possible into her anus.
Cindy jumped up, went across the room and turned on the stereo. Afro-Cuban music flooded the room, the congas and steel drums merging their rhythms with the hot pulsing of Mike's cock.
"A dance," said Cindy. "To you. To our partnership."
Mike watched, his passion increasing as Cindy began to sway in rhythm with the drums, her thick red hair thrashing wildly across her face. She threw her arms straight up in the air, stood stock still with her head turned to one side, her face hidden by her luxuriant hair, her hips rotating in small sensuous circles. Then she began to shimmy, making her body vibrate until Mike thought she would come apart, making her sumptuous breasts leap up and down under her blouse. Without warning, she suddenly tore her blouse from her body, freeing her breasts to continue their wild, quivering dance. Her dancing at the party had been calculated, strained, even slightly mechanical, but there was no constraint now. Faster and faster she shook as the tempo of the music increased, faster and still faster, until her breasts were a blur of motion.
Then she stopped dancing, began to tweak her nipples with her thumb and forefinger. Harder she tweaked them, and then harder yet, causing them to rise straight out from her breasts, torturing them until they nearly bled. All the while she was whimpering in a frenzy of pain and passion, crying out against her own self-mutilation, at the same time urging herself on to new heights of sexual fury.
This was entirely new to Mike, entirely new and impossibly exciting, this lovely, sensuous girl turning on through pain. He laughed to himself as he tried to imagine Lisa doing anything like this – not a chance! But this girl had obviously explored every avenue to sexual pleasure, had pleased and gratified herself, and her men, in every possible way. Mike burned with longing for her, ached to thrust his nearly-bursting prick into her, to release his hot, foamy sperm into her welcoming body.
When Cindy stripped off her pants, Mike could take no more. There she was, naked and trembling in front of him, her arms outstretched, her body taut with passion. She called to him with all the force of her womanhood, with all the volcanic strength of her lush body, silently begging him to fuck her, to fuck her again, and still again, until she was all but dead from pleasure, to fuck her and go on fucking her forever.
Mike leaped off the couch, began to tear at his clothes, popping buttons and breaking the zipper on his pants. Finally his prick burst loose from its confinement, flinging droplets of sperm out into the room, pointing at Cindy like a divining rod. She gazed at it, her eyes on fire with hunger for his enormous cock, this throbbing scepter of sex. She began to walk slowly across the room, never taking her eyes from his prick. Closer and closer she came, and it seemed to Mike that each step lasted an eternity. How long would it take, his body screamed, how long before he could finally surround himself with her burning flesh? There was no end to the things he wanted to do to her.
Cindy continued walking toward Mike, still moving with measured, unbearable slowness. When she was right in front of him, she suddenly dropped to her knees, began to nibble at his thighs with her teeth. She wanted to take her time, to show her gratitude by making this man feel every sensation to the utmost. She chewed along his legs, aching all the while to take his balls in her mouth and swallow them whole, to stuff herself with his gorgeous prick, to feel the weight of him on top of her, to feel his prick move through her like a freight train through a tunnel. She wanted all this, but still she held back, content for the moment to tease and nibble, to taste every inch of him.
Her teasing was the most marvelous agony Mike had ever experienced. Lisa's idea of foreplay was to lie flat on her back while Mike finger-fucked her; she would never have dreamed that a man was more than an emotionless, sex-crazed ramrod, that men, like women, needed to be played with and brought to an intense pitch of excitement. But Cindy knew; the barest touch of her teeth on Mike's legs was enough to throw him into a mindless fit of lust and passion.
Slowly but steadily she chewed up his legs toward his balls, sending shocks of excitement all through his body. His hands reached out for her, clasped her head between them, firmly enough so that she could feel it but not so firmly as to inhibit her movements.