As their sex lives grew, Leo became more selective, having some girls scored for "good for one time only" to others he made a regular road-trip kind of thing of on up to the top: admission to a select but swinging club over which Leo ruled with a lustful abandon. His word was law until somebody was man enough to challenge him. His word was anathema and no one ever dared his bold plans.
Their club was a sybarites dream come true with every pleasure one could want. The floor of their playroom was thickly carpeted and strewn with pillows and low-slung couches where one could lie back and look up to see themselves – and everyone else in the room – mirrored on the ceiling above. There were times when Mona would look up at the ceiling and see naked bodies writhing and see the mirrored movies of cunts and cocks and sucking and fucking going on all around her and not be able to tell one from the other!
Many times she watched herself in home movies made by Leo, movies in which she had acted like a gleeful slut as Leo ordered her to do one obscenity after another.
Time went by quickly and on an active level for the McKerns and they found themselves bored with what they had at hand and more and more attracted to that which was dangerous or classified as still forbidden fruit. It was Leo who proposed to his club members that each couple had to recruit another couple and had exactly thirty days in which to deliver. Failure to introduce a new couple would result in expulsion from the club. Then he turned around and announced that he and Mona would volunteer to bring the first couple in. The sheer audacity of his rule and volunteering had made the couples catch fire. It had been one of the best nights in a long time.
Even back then, Leo had his eye on Carol Hunnicutt. Leo was shrewd about women, instinctively knowing just how far he could go with each one. Until Carol Hunnicutt came on the scene. He wanted badly to hire her the moment he laid eyes on her. Tall, a willowy blonde with slim waist and big breasts, she was slim of hip and sleek looking.
But it was her face that got to Leo. It was so beautiful the way fine porcelain or china is beautiful and her cheekbones curved like ivory and all her features were clear and precise the way good breeding shows on a face and Leo was attracted and immediately wanted to get his hands on all that fine good haughty breeding and actually watch it turn lewd and begging under him. In no time, he would have her crawling on her hands and knees, committing all kinds of obscenities.
It wasn't until a week later that he got out to Bakersfield and watched Carol working at the store, sauntering from car to car, smiling, her hips wiggling on a slow tantalizing way, her face glacial and respectful. She cocks a cold eyebrow whenever a customer tries to get fresh, silencing them with a frosty stare.
Leo had been watching her since he first saw her and hired her on the spot. He carefully read over what her manager wrote of her in the monthly reports. In no time at all, Carol was the top money earner of her store. Leo sat many a time in his big black Imperial, quietly watching Carol as she worked the cars, smiling, being polite and warm, bending over just enough as she took the order, letting them get a good look at her cleavage.
Leo had, been watching Carol and knew that she was clever and smart and, above all, ambitious. That, coupled with her good looks and divine form, made her more desirable all the time. Leo decided that Carol and her husband would be the couple he would recruit for the club on his own dare. Thirty days from that meeting, he would deliver a virgin couple to the club, a husband and wife who had never dreamed of swapping before!
And Carol Hunnicutt was the one Leo picked. The fact that he had never seen her husband and knew nothing about him didn't bother him at all. A check of company records told him his name was Robert. Leo chuckled. Probably called Bob or Bobby, he thought. His occupation was selling insurance. Leo shrugged. Bob or Robby or Robert Hunnicutt was no problem and nothing to worry about.
In Bakersfield, one week after having told the club, I sat in the tiny office of the local franchise and called in Carol Hunnicutt and watched her sit down and sell-consciously cross her legs and give him a friendly but remote smile. He grinned back at her. He was an attractive man in his own coarse and vulgar way. Other girls warned her that he was known for making a pass or telling a dirty joke. All sorts of stories were told about him. Carol found herself wary of him, believing that he was a nice if somewhat flashy man to work for.
"It's Mrs. Hunnicutt, isn't it?" He asked with a grin that was near a smirk.
"That's right," Carol answered with a firm smile. She tried to ignore his eyes roaming slowly over her body. They sat in silence for what seemed an interminable time until it seemed to Carol she must say something or a blush would spread over her face. His gaze was so bold and… brutal. There was something fascinatingly honest about the man. She opened her mouth to say something and Leo McKern spoke.
"I'm promoting you to the rank of manager, Mrs. Hunnicutt because of your excellent record so far. Naturally your extra duties and responsibilities will call for a hefty increase in salary and an over-ride on the business done here."
Carol's mouth fell open. "What!?"
"Needless to say, that over-ride can triple your take home pay. Congratulations, you've earned it by your attitude and sales. I wonder if you and Mr. Hunnicutt, your husband, Bob, isn't it? I wonder if I might take the two of you out to dinner tonight, in order to get to know the both of you better?"
Dumbly, Carol nodded her head. She was too shocked and numb to feel anything. All she could think of was how much the manager earned against what she earned now and the figure took her breath away. She would be earning more than Bob!
Leo had grinned back at her, knowing she had no idea what she was getting into. It was going to be so easy for him, a little bit at a time, one little concession leading to another. One little step after another that would culminate with him fucking her silly while her own husband stood by voluntarily and watched.
Leo grinned at her, his grin cool and hard and cocky as Carol let out a gasp of astonishment and said, "I don't know how to thank you!" Leo grinned and nodded.
CHAPTER TWO
It was a boring night for Leo but a necessary one. This was a night when he sized the husband up and measured one against the other and generally learned a lot about the couple that would help later.
The evening told him that Bob was a young good-looking kid full of ambition and a little nettled that his wife was now making more money than he was. The two men chatted of business and insurance and the thought entered Bob's mind of how nice it would be if he got to know a powerful man like Leo McKern. It could lead to all sorts of business, Leo introducing him as an expert. One man like Leo could land Bob a whole career!
Yet, he was his wife's employer and all he could do was politely answer Leo's questions. To him, Leo seemed an aggressive man who contained a great deal of his rage and energy and channeled it back in a gruff voice and a blunt way.
Leo stayed over the next day and spent hours alone with Carol, lecturing her on her new duties and trying, in every subtle way he could, to get closer to Carol.
He got exactly nowhere. Carol was polite but aloof and he ended the day frustrated. He spent an additional night alone in a motel room, brooding, then sleeping and rising the next day to go to the job and quiz and lecture Carol some more.
No matter how he probed and pried, Carol remained aloof and polite, an edge coming in her voice whenever Leo got too risque in his language.
He found himself back at home with Mona, facing a weekend and getting absolutely nowhere with young Carol Hunnicutt.
"Zero," he said to Mona, "Absolutely no reaction. Blank, zero, nothing. Ziltch. I lose. That snooty bitch wiggles that hot little ass all over the lot with every guy in the place watching from his car and I want to grab that ass and absolutely zero!"