Silo was used to being snubbed by girls, but he never let it bother him, because for every girl who ignored him, there was always another with the good sense to enjoy him, and Mark Silo made certain he was enjoyed to the fullest, while thoroughly enjoying himself at the same time. Mickey, however, was one of those who was coldly polite to him, while letting him know with her eyes that she was in no way interested in him.
"I would suggest forgetting her," Silo counseled. "Who the hell gives a damn about such a stuck-up cunt, anyway?"
"It's not a question about giving a damn," Joe admitted. "My pride's been stung. I mean, if she wanted to break the fucking thing off all she had to do was politely tell me as much. But I haven't had a word out of her in more than a week."
"You trying to tell me you balled little Miss Frigid Digit?" Silo asked.
"I'm not trying to tell you a goddamn thing," Joe replied. "Normally I don't even talk about things like that."
"I know, buddy. You keep all your cunts a secret. But if you're so uptight about the way that girl's behaving, it has to be for one of two reasons. Either you propositioned her and she turned you down flat, and now she's angry because you thought she was that kind of a girl and won't speak to you, or…
"Or what?" Orgiurio sneered.
"Or you managed to fuck her, and something happened during the session you either won't think about or don't know about. And I tend to think it's the 'or' rather than the 'either'.
"Why is that?" Joe asked.
"Because Mickey's not a frosty type. I mean she snubs me, but not coldly, the way she turns off whenever you show. She's not some dumb prude, and no matter how crudely you might have propositioned her, I don't see her taking it as an insult. And since she was always whispering to you before, I figure it wasn't something you said, so
much as something you either did, or didn't do." "All right," Orgiurio broke down and admitted.
"We swung. And when I say swung, I mean really swung. She was something out of this world."
They were in Silo's tiny cubicle of an office, one which he shared with two other salesmen, neither of which happened to be present at that moment. The door was closed to insure privacy, and the two were talking in whispers.
"She was a virgin," Joe admitted, "and she took to fucking like any bunny on earth. Before we separated, she was capable of out-fucking and out-sucking any other chick I've ever known, and let me tell you, I've know a helluva lot of broads."
"I believe it," Silo nodded, "but can you think of anything you might have done to aggravate or irritate her?"
"Hell, I hadda force her to start sucking on my cock. I mean, she wouldn't have done it otherwise, but once she began eating my prick, she kept at it without my having to force her. I mean she really gobbled it up, licking every last drop out of me. That's why I can't figure why she's so fucking cold now.
"Like I said," Silo told him, "forget her. There are plenty of other chicks around."
"This bitch needs a lesson," Orgiurio snapped. "And I think we're the guys to teach it to her."
"There are rape laws in this state, buddy," Mark said.
"She's such a hot bitch, once we get her started, she'll be doing it willingly, and that can't be called rape. I've been checking on her for the past week, and I learned her parents will be away this weekend. I also sneaked a look at her appointment book when she went to the john, earlier today. She left her purse on the counter and it was no great problem for me to filch the book, look inside, and put it back. She was supposed to spend the
weekend with a girl friend. The girl was going to come to her house, but a notation in the book says she's not sure the girl will show. In other words, she didn't make any dates with men for this weekend. She'll be home, either alone or with the girl friend. Even if the girl friend does come, she's not scheduled to arrive before tomorrow, Saturday. This'd give us the whole fucking night to do with her whatever we feel is needed to straighten her out."
"So what the fuck are we supposed to do?" Silo asked.
"We wait until it's dark, then we go to her house. I drove her home the day we fucked, and I had a look at her back door. It's an easy one to unlock."
"Hey, that's breaking and entering!"
"That's a nice, quiet neighborhood. No one ever gets robbed there, and the cops cruise each street about once every two hours. Since her house is a half-mile from the railroad station, we don't even have to take the car, or if we do, we can park it at the railroad station where it won't be noticed. By the time we're through with her, she'll be begging for more. Then we turn her off, and hold back, letting her beg for two cocks she'll never get again. You game?"
"All the way," Silo admitted. Orgiurio had brought out the hidden animal in him, and with it came the desire to fuck Mickey, whether she was willing or not.
Physically, Mark Silo was as much a stud as Orgiurio. He was no less insatiable, and the mere thought of banging the slender redhead was giving him a bad case of the hots. He needed some temporary cooling off, and with the lunch hour coming up, he knew just the chick with whom to couple.
Her name was Carol Warner, and oddly enough,
she was the wife of one of the really big wheels at a district branch office of Incidental Insurance. She was short, pert, and very pessimistic about life in general. Not that life had treated her badly, but she had expected so much more out of life. Her husband was doing well, giving her all the little luxuries that helped make living bearable, and yet she was unable to appreciate all this. She felt a woman with her looks and charm should have had a mansion with servants to do. all the work while she kept herself busy looking beautiful.
Her husband had given her two children, a boy and a girl, both of whom were in school until three o'clock, but he hadn't given her much satisfaction in the conception of those kids. For that matter, he hadn't given her much satisfaction any time in bed, and though she was far from being hot blooded, she did have wants and needs, and when her body wasn't gratified, it very naturally became frustrated.
She had met Mark Silo at an Incidental Insurance convention, and at first had paid no attention to him. He was much younger than she. In fact, he seemed totally immature, with his pretty-boy face and youthful mannerisms. Yet she had to admit to herself she enjoyed having a male pay so much attention to her, especially since her own husband was off somewhere running the convention. Before she realized it, she found herself bedded down with Silo in his room, and when she returned to the main ballroom later on, she discovered her husband had never missed her.
What she really remembered was the satisfaction Silo had given her. He had made her feel like a hot bombshell, bringing about six climaxes in her for each one of his. He had come twice, but a dozen climaxes in one night was, for her, something totally unbelievable. Hell, she didn't have a dozen decent climaxes in a year with her own husband. A
dozen? She didn't even have a half-dozen.
Silo had been easy for her to become attracted to, and when she learned his own office wasn't far from her husband's, she gave him her home address. All he had to do was call first, to make certain her husband wasn't home.
The system had worked fine, for a while, but soon Carol not only became frightened of what would happen if her husband found out, but began feeling pangs of guilt. So Silo had to check with her husband's office to make certain he was there, and then he would drive over to the Warner home. And every time Carol saw him, she would try to shut him out of the house. Every time, he managed to make his way inside, and had a thoroughly enjoyable time. He was so good at it, he always made Carol temporarily overcome her remorse, especially when she was experiencing a series of multiple orgasms.
Leaving his office after ascertaining Carol's husband was in his, and would likely remain there at least an hour, Silo drove to Carol's house and parked a block, away. He walked to the house. It was a nice spring day, so he loosened his tie and left it and his jacket in the car before heading for Carol's back door.