Despite himself he couldn't help grinning as he felt a masculine sexual heat. He wasn't going to be had all that easy. "Oh, I don't know I was just getting ready for bed."
"You liar," she teased, "You've been sitting up going out of your mind. Have you told your wife yet?" The question was asked carefully, tactfully. Mona knew that she was away for the evening. He had explained that when explaining how free his evening was.
"No, I haven't called her yet. I thought I'd wait until tomorrow."
"Mmmmmm. Cold-blooded. Listen, come down here and we'll have a drink together to celebrate your success."
A last desperate moral stand took frame in his mind. He should at least make an attempt. "I don't know if I should…" he said hesitatingly.
There was a pause, a beat, before Mona said, her voice warm and pleasant. "I can tell you why you should come over here. What Leo gave you earlier tonight is just a piece of the action. A very little piece. Do you understand that?"
Bob took a deep breath. "Yes."
"Good. Now, understand something else."
"What?"
"Leo does whatever I ask him."
Bob paused, a totally new cynical smile playing around his lips. "I'll be right over!"
CHAPTER FIVE
He drove back to the hotel carefully, thinking as hard as he could. He knew why he was going to the hotel and he had a pretty good idea of what was going to happen when he got there. He knew that he was going to be unfaithful to his wife and he wondered about it, about how he would feel, if he would want to tell her or what he would say if she found out.
More real and more to be feared was what Leo would do if he found out. He would surely cancel any insurance he had and he might do a lot more. In fact, it was very easy to believe that the hulking figure of Leo McKern might conceivably want to do a great deal more. Bob was no slouch and he was in good condition and had several years on Leo yet he didn't relish the idea of taking him on, particularly if Leo was mad.
He drove into the parking lot of the hotel realizing he was playing with fire, that everything he had gained that night could be lost, that he could find himself defending his life and he was afraid and excited.
That was it! An energy, like electricity coursed through him and he felt himself vitally alive, more alive than he had felt in years! He walked with a swagger and grinned, realizing how alive and real he felt. He went into the elevator and stepped out and strode down the hall and rang the bell of her suite and knew he was feeling so full of zing and real power because he was being honest. When thinking of Mona, when conjuring up an image of Mrs. Leo McKern, he could only think of one thing: fuck the woman was an animal and moved like one.
He stood trying to control his breath, feeling the new power surge through him and make him think crystal clear: all the time Leo was present, he never seemed to notice his wife flirting. Once he made light of it. If he were going to be honest about himself, he had to be honest about Leo. Leo was purposely ignoring his wife and purposely left the room, leaving the two of them and had, possibly, purposely left town. Somewhere, somehow, things didn't add up. It was all too simple and too easy. The door opened and all thoughts left his mind as he took in Mona standing grinning at him. The light was low behind her, the shades drawn and only a tiny light on and music playing low and cool from a bedside radio and Bob could see in the semi-darkness that she had taken her shoes and stockings off and was standing barefoot and bare-legged, probably entirely bare, nude, naked, under her vivid red miniskirt. She leaned against the door jam, her body soft and pliant, a drink in one end, grinning up at him with dazzling white teeth. "What took you so long?"
"No matter," he said, trying to act cool. "I'm here now. Aren't you going to invite me in?" he asked in an intimate voice.
She turned and walked from the door, her back to him and her buttocks wiggling and shaking like jello and he knew she didn't have any underwear on by the way her hips and thighs moved and the low back lighting which silhouetted her torso and showed her two thighs rounding into her undulating buttocks as she walked into the room and turned with a broad gesture. "Come on in and mix yourself a drink and have an orgy."
Bob stepped into room 506 and closed the door. Next door, in room 507, Leo McKern lit a cigar and adjusted the ear mikes he was wearing as he switched on the tape recorder. He shook his head and grunted, sorry that he couldn't see what was going to happen. He chuckled to himself, thinking that Hunnicutt was going to get the fucking of his life. He turned the sound level up as he heard the door close next door and Bob Hunnicutt clear his throat.
Leo grinned, thinking of how smoothly it was all going and what a sense of thrill of being alive and real – the same feeling Bob was now sensing next door, that sexual feeling of freedom and danger the whole situation was giving him. Sometimes he thought that the manipulation of lives was actually as much fun as the actual seduction of his victim. Sometimes, it seemed more exciting than the real thing and many an hour Leo entertained himself with ideas of how to humiliate and degrade his wife Mona and yes, other women, all for his own amusement!
His equipment was self-installed and a very simple thing to do now in the age of miniaturization. It was only a question of having the money to afford the best equipment and he could hear as if he, Leo, were in the room. He leaned back in his chair, the tape recorder going, closing his eyes and puffing on his cigar and wishing he were in the room with the two of them, knowing confidently that that day might not be too far away when he would be in a room with more than just the two of them.
Mona knew exactly what she was doing. She went to the couch and sat down, crossing her legs and leaning back, her glass in her hands, a mischievous smile on her face, her pretty face rounded with black hair that was curled into little gypsy rings. Her eyes always gave her away; they had that drowsy lusty look. Bob found that now, when alone, he couldn't look at her in any other way: he wanted her. He wanted her naked and wanted to crush that wanton body beneath his and fuck her until her expression, changed from smoldering lust to a screaming begging orgasm!
It was in her glance, her movement, her pores! He wanted to instinctively fuck her until he dominated her.
She was a challenge to his manhood as she sprawled, indecent on the couch and drank from her glass and made a face, thrusting out her wet lower lip in a pout as she held it out and said, "All gone."
"Let me fix you another one," he said, leaning over her and looking down her cleavage, at her great globular breasts that were so white and firm and moved with an athletic kind of suppleness all of their own as he saw the nipples pressed erectly out against her dress.
The hem of her dress was pulled up as she seemed to restlessly move her legs and pelvis as if always searching for a more comfortable position. They writhed in a lazy way, her thighs did, moving as Bob watched them out of the corner of his eye and felt his prick growing thick and hard under his pants. He took the drink from her and turned quickly away in the semi-darkness, trying to hide the rapidly growing bulge in his groin.
His uncomfortable erection didn't escape the eyes of Mona who let her gaze rove lewdly over his body. "Mrnmmmm," she said, "I like my men well built."
His cock grew painfully in his pants as he made the drinks, pouring himself an extra strong Scotch. He took his time adding ice and water. Mona talked to him with his back turned. "You like me, don't you?"
"Yeah," he answered, never looking around, the sound of the ice clinking in the glasses.
"You like my body?" She asked the question in a whisper he heard above the music and he could hear her body moving behind him, he could hear material – clothing – be rusted and adjusted. "You like my body?" her voice insisted.