Rona nodded her head and looked at him seriously. "I know I really don't know you very well, Scott, but…"
"But what?"
"But I just felt like you might need somebody to be here when you got off work, to field any calls that happened to come in."
"Oh, I see. And have there been lots of them? Calls, I mean."
"Only six or seven, since I've been here."
Scott shook his head despairingly. "Christ, I've only been off the air the length of time it takes to dial the phone. Any of them favoring me?"
"One, but it was from a guy who claims he's emperor of Terre Haute. He calls all the time. I'm sorry, Scott, I…" She was cut off by the telephone.
"Good morning, KSZX," she chirped into the mouthpiece. "Yes, Night Line is our show. Yes, we know what its format is. I'm sorry you didn't approve. I… Please don't shout. I…"
Scott left the station. When he got downstairs, Monica's car was waiting out front.
"Hi," the shapely blonde shouted. "You look like you could use a drink."
Scott got in op the passenger side and sat slumped silently in the seat.
"Hey, come on, Honey. It can't be that bad." She gunned the engine and pulled out into the traffic. "You had so many calls I couldn't even get in to ask if I could pick you up when you got off work."
"Yeah, but did you hear them? My ass is grass."
"Sorry, I couldn't listen. The smuck was home last night. He insisted on fucking me. What a joke. It took all of ten minutes and then he came on my belly before he could even get it into me. Didn't the show go well?"
Scott sighed. "It's too long a story. I do need a drink. Just leave it at that."
"It so happens I have just the thing. Take a look in the back."
Scott peered into the back seat of the Camaro. There he saw a large bottle of vodka peeping from a brown paper bag. "Oh, Monica, Baby, you're a life saver!" He reached back and grabbed the bottle. Twisting the cap off, he took a deep drink directly from it.
"Hey, you asshole! Put that down. We're right in the middle of the frigging traffic. Don't you know there are all kinds of laws against drinking in car?"
"Fuck the laws. It's not every day a guy loses his job."
"That bad, huh?" Monica said as they pulled into the parking lot of Roley Towers.
"Yeah, Monica. That bad."
The blonde reached over and patted him on the knee. "Don't worry. Mommy will fix it. As soon as we get upstairs, I'll make you forget all about whatever happened, and you won't need to get bombed on vodka to do it either. Come on."
CHAPTER SIX
Monica James was determined to make good her promise. The minute the apartment door closed behind them, she was all over him.
"Hey, Honey!" Scott cried, pushing her away playfully. "Give me a minute. I need another drink." Hurrying to the kitchen, he got down two glasses and poured each of them some vodka. He threw in a couple of ice cubes and then rummaged through the refrigerator.
"Got any orange juice?" Monica asked, coming up behind him and running her hands over his muscular back.
"No. Will tomato juice do?" Scott replied.
"Sure, only hurry up. I'm so horny I can hardly wait to get you naked." She accepted the drink from him and took a long swallow.
"Hey, slow down, Girl. I gotta relax. I'm still pretty upset."
"I told you I'd make you forget all about that," Monica answered. "Sit down on the couch and put your feet up."
Scott did as he was told, wondering what would come next. Perhaps Monica was planning another of her mutual strip teases. Standing before him, teetering on her high heels, the woman pulled the top of her dress down to her waist, revealing her low cut brassiere.
"Hey, how come you've got 'em trussed up today?" Scott asked as he finished off his drink.
"Just thought you'd like a little variety. Here, take the rest of my drink. I've hardly touched it." She handed him the bloody mary and stepped out of her dress, leaving it in a heap on the bare floor. Now she wore only the skimpy brassiere, tiny panties, pantyhose, and her high heeled sandals. She paraded before him, her large breasts mounding above the cups of the brassiere and bouncing about as though they were trying to jump out of their own accord.
Scott's eyes were fastened to the crotch of her panties, where her blonde thatch made the garment bulge enticingly. He looked the woman over as though he were seeing her for the first time. There were many things about her to take his mind away from the fear of losing his job at the station.
Monica watched the throbbing bulge in the front of Scott's tight pants as she bent slightly to unhook her brassiere. He let out a gasp as her creamy breasts fell into view. Dramatically, she dropped the small halter to the floor. She cupped her sumptuous breasts in her palms, offering them to him as she always did. He licked his lips excitedly, and she saw the bulge in his slacks give a jerk. She smiled. As she had predicted, she was making Scott forget about whatever was bothering him.
"Look," she whispered. "My babies are just begging for you. Want to kiss them?"
Scott nodded his head dumbly, unable to speak. His eyes were wide as he watched the woman, as though he were seeing her for the first time.
Hooking her fingers under the waistband of her pantyhose, she began pushing them down over her lush, flaring thighs. At the same time, she kicked off her shoes. She could not bear to tease him any longer. Something told her he needed her too badly for that. Besides that, the sight of the hard cock jutting down the leg of his pants was making her horny.
Monica pushed her pantyhose down the length of her long, tapering legs and pulled them off over her feet. Now she was naked except for her tiny bikini. As happened so often, it was already moist at the crotch, the results of her growing physical arousal. Scott licked his lips salaciously as he stared at the dark patch of wetness. He longed to suck its tangy sweetness into his mouth as he had done before, but this time, Monica had other plans for him. She felt especially desirable today, and there was one special perversion she had not tried with him. That would occupy his mind and body if nothing else could. She swung her lush hips for him, giving him a performance, doing a lewd, sexually centered hula.
"Oh, Baby, Baby, you are something else," Scott mumbled, his eyes glazed with passion.
Slowly, Monica turned and allowed him to admire her beautiful, rounded buttocks, barely hidden at all by her skimpy bikini. She could hear by his labored breathing how hungry the sight of her was making him, and that knowledge made the churning sensation in her drooling pussy increase in intensity. She moved gracefully, turning toward him again and undulating her hips enticingly. Smiling at him she winked and turned away again, ready to put her plan into action. Bending over, she slipped her tiny panties off over the fullness of her marble white butt cheeks. She displayed her flawless ass to him, wriggling it enticingly, showing its clean and hairless cleft.
Staring at her, Scott felt his cock jerking as though it were going to explode in the confines of his pants. He was beginning to realize what Monica had in mind for today without her even having to tell him in words. He caught a glimpse of her lovely, tightly clenched anal rosebud, and that was all he needed.
Scott jumped to his feet, unzipping his fly. He fished into the front of his slacks and pulled out his hard, steel like cock. He had to handle it gingerly to keep from climaxing all over the floor he was so aroused by Monica's salaciously exciting movements. He stood there, trembling with raw passion, his eyes glued to the long, smooth crack of her buttocks. Scott had only taken a woman up the anus a few times in his life, but he remembered well how tightly exciting and sensually fulfilling it could be.
"Take your clothes off," Monica whispered, looking over her creamy white shoulder at him. "I want to see your hairy body naked, so we can play without anything getting in our way."