"You're a great piece of ass, baby," Stan said as he got dressed. "I'll see what I can do for you."
"Stan," Gloria said, "I want to be accepted in this neighborhood more than anything. If only the women would give me a chance."
"I'll be back in a few days," Stan promised. "If anybody can get you in, I will. But of course you're going to go on being nice to me, aren't you, Gloria?"
CHAPTER THREE
Gloria waited for more than a week, but Stan Wells didn't return. She had to admit that she'd been cheated, that he'd used her body but given her nothing in exchange. But she didn't intend to put up with that. Angrily Gloria drove to the nearby country club where Stan worked as a tennis pro.
The moment she saw the country club, Gloria wanted to belong to it. The same snobbish little group was there, all her neighbors, and they were playing tennis, sunning themselves, swimming, or enjoying cocktails in the plush dimly-lit bar. It was just the kind of glamorous and leisurely life Gloria had always wanted.
She found Stan giving a lesson out on the courts. It didn't take much to attract his attention. The moment he saw Gloria, he hurried over to her, a worried look on his face. Gloria's heart was pounding, but she managed to appear calm and determined.
"Gloria," Stan said in a low voice, "I'm so sorry I didn't get in touch with you, but I've been really busy."
"It's been over a week, Stan," Gloria said coldly. "You owe me a favor, remember?"
"Sure, sure," Stan said, shifting uneasily, "I'll get to it as soon as I can. Now I wish you'd split before somebody sees us together. My wife would have a fit if she knew I'd been talking with you."
"Just a moment," Gloria said grimly. "There's one more thing, Stan – my price has gone up."
Stan looked alarmed. "What do you mean?" he said.
"If you don't want anyone to know about us, especially your wife," Gloria said, "then get me into the country club."
"Oh, honey, don't be ridiculous," Stan moaned. "I could do that, sure, but they'd all treat you like shit. You know damned well how it would be. What would be the point?"
"I don't care if they talk to me or not," Gloria insisted. "Just get me in. I'll give you till tonight, and if you don't come through, I'll call your wife."
She turned and marched off before Stan could say a word. As she hurried past the tennis players and sunbathers, she heard one woman say, "Who let HER in here?" Gloria simply didn't care. She was going to be a member of the country club whether they liked it or not. By hook or by crook she was going to be part of the group.
Mound nine o'clock that evening Stan Wells showed up at her house. He didn't look particularly pleased to see her, though his eyes swept hungrily up and down her lovely figure when she greeted him in a low-cut lounging dress. Gloria ushered him into the living room and made him a drink.
"Well?" she said. "Did you do what I wanted?"
"Yeah, for all the good it's going to do you," Stan said.
He tossed a small card on the coffee table. Gloria snatched it up. It was an official membership card for the country club, in her name. She gave a squeal of delight. "Oh, Stan," she cried, "this is just what I wanted."
Stan gave a deep sigh. "Gloria, why don't you give it up?" he said. "You know you'll never be accepted in this neighborhood. The wives all hate your guts. Nobody at the club will talk to you. No matter what you do, you'll never be part of our scene."
"Oh, yes, I will," Gloria said determinedly. "And this card will get me started. You just watch, Stan. I'll make them accept me."
He shrugged. "Whatever you say. But let's get down to business."
"Business?" Gloria said.
"I got you into the club, didn't I?" Stan said. "Now you owe me something. Let's go in the bedroom."
"But I, uh, paid you last week," Gloria said.
"That's not enough, baby," Stan replied. "Last week you just wanted to get invited to a few parties. Now you want into the country club. It took a lot of doing to get you that card. I think you better pay off. I can always have your membership canceled, you know."
Gloria got the message. Grimly she got up and led the way to the bedroom. She really hadn't expected to go toted with Stan that night, and she wasn't prepared. She could think only of the country club and the entrance she was going to make the next day. But clearly there was no way to get out of fucking Stan.
"Undress nice and slow for me, okay?" he said, lounging on the king-size bed.
"Whatever you say, Stan," Gloria muttered. "I don't believe I have a choice."
"That's right, honey, you don't," Stan chuckled, "not if you want that membership card." Gloria kicked off her high-keeled shoes and very slowly drew down the long zipper at the front of her gown. Stan watched her with bright lusty eyes. It wouldn't be so bad balling him, of course. God knows she was horny enough. But she didn't like the way he pressured her and ordered her around. After tonight she'd be perfectly happy if she never had to see him again.
When she got the long zipper open, Gloria let her gown slip off her shoulders and float to the floor. She stepped out of the discarded dress wearing only a skimpy pair of blue lace bikini panties and bra. Stan licked his lips as he ogled her magnificent body.
"You know, you ought to get married," he said. "Then the group would accept you. I sure as hell wouldn't mind having you around."
"You mean I should get married so I can cheat on my husband with you?" Gloria said sarcastically.
"Oh, shit, why not?" Stan replied. "Everybody does it."
Nobody in Gloria's crowd had ever done it. She and Eddie had been faithful to each other for seven years. But now she was moving into a new crowd where, apparently, adultery was taken for granted, where playing around was no big deal. Gloria hoped she could handle the action.
She reached around and unhooked her bra. The flimsy garment snapped away from her and flew to the floor, while her large round breasts tumbled out of their tight confinement. Stan's eyes widened as he studied the milky-white globes and little light-pink nipples. Again he licked his lips.
"Now the panties," he said, his voice slightly husky with lust.
Reddening a little, Gloria hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her blue bikini panties and very slowly drew the little garment down. She didn't like the brazen way Stan ogled her, as if she were some rare animal on display at a zoo. But she had to carry out her bargain with him. She tugged the panties down over the lovely little rounds of her ass.
"Hurry," Stan said hoarsely. "I want to see your pussy."
Gloria's blush deepened. She wasn't used to the frank language used by Stan and his crowd. Reluctantly she slipped her panties down over the soft auburn curls of her bush. The panties slithered down her legs, and she stepped out of them completely naked.
"Now come here," Stan said.
Gloria walked over to the bed, her big heavy tits swaying. Stan's hungry eyes darted back and forth between the swollen globes of her boobs and the reddish-brown curls of her little triangular fur-patch. Something about his horny stare made her unable to stop blushing.
"Undress me," he said.
He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and sat there waiting for her to obey his command. "I thought you didn't like having a woman undress you," Gloria said somewhat coldly.
"That was last time," Stan said. "I was feeling you out then. Now I know you're a fantastic lay, baby, and we can do a lot of different stuff together. Go ahead, get my clothes off."
Gloria dropped to her knees in front of him, suppressing an angry remark. He was treating her like a plaything, and she didn't care for it. She quickly removed his shoes and socks, then stood to pull off his sweatshirt. She couldn't help admiring his broad tan chest with its thick mat of white hair. She didn't much like the man, but he was damned attractive.