"But they ought to be sent up for life," the blonde protested. "Oh, God! To think that they'll be let to roam the streets again." She shuddered and trembled as fear raced through her body again.
"Just calm down," Roy insisted. "I told you, we have our own ways of handling men like that. If you insist on knowing, they've been taken to Central Lock-up. Tonight each will be left unattended in a different ward of blacks. Tomorrow morning they'll have been raped by homosexuals all night. The biggest, meanest, craziest black queers in the South will work them over. Men like that hate blacks. You know that. They hate everyone, but they hate blacks most of all. Those blacks know it, know it only too well. They've been buffered and brutalized by hoodlums like that for two hundred years. Now they'll be given the chance to get even."
"By morning," he continued, "those hoodlums will be maniacs. They'll be so blown apart by the night, that we can get the easiest railroad to the farm you ever saw. We could have killed them. I could have seen to that easy enough. This way, we have them locked away for the rest of their lives. Satisfied?"
She nodded at the artist. Kit patted her softly. "Maybe now you'd like to eat," the redhead suggested.
Again the blonde shook her head. She fell back against the pillows. The last she remembered was being cuddled between the two new friends as they all got ready for sleep.
The next morning, as they helped her into the limousine for the airport, Roy handed her a small card. "A friend of yours asked me to give you this," he told her. "He didn't know your name or where you lived. He'd like you to get in touch with him."
On the ride to the airport, Sheri looked at the card. It was him! He wanted her to work for him. He still wanted her as one of his models. She sat back in the car. She needed that little encouragement. She needed to feel soft and lovely once more. She had to get the feeling of filth off her skin, had to clean her nostrils of the smell of the room and the men. The knowledge that she was wanted to pose and decorate with her body was one hell of a help.
Beyond that, Sheri sat in silent contemplation all the way back on the plane. It had been because of the damn musician that she'd been caught. The possibility of seeing him had sent her running running up the street alone. The memory of that freewheeling bastard had been a deeper reason for her problems, too. She had been so determined not to ever have such a deep affection again, that she'd refused to fuck any man she cared about. That was the real problem she had to solve. She closed her eyes, the silent struggle swirling inside her luscious young body.
CHAPTER TWELVE
She melted into his arms as he entered. Brent Richards felt the soft loveliness of his exquisite blonde press warmly against his body. Damn! She did miss him while she was gone. The anger and hurt he had felt at her constant refusals, then at her unannounced leaving, were forgotten. She was wearing the filmiest hostess gown he'd ever seen.
The touch of her body beneath the thin nylon left no doubt that she had practically nothing under it. She might have panties on, but nothing else. He could feel her hard nipples against his shin. His hands fondled her back, then stole down to her ass. No! She didn't even have on panties. Damn!
"It's good to be back," she breathed quietly as she pulled her face back from his. She kept her tits against him, though. She looked up at him, her tits and pussy pressed against him, her lovely leg tightly against his own. Damn! Brent was trembling at her beauty. He had to control himself. He couldn't risk another scene like the last. He'd never expected her to call him, not after the way they parted and the fact that she had left town without a word to him.
She had called, though. She had invited him over. She would have dinner for him, she said. Damn her, anyway. She could drive a eunuch crazy with that body of hers. Maybe she would agree now to marry him. He wanted her. He wanted her enough to marry her. She was the first girl he'd ever felt that way about. Shit! He wanted to marry her even if she'd fuck him anyway. That was really something new to him.
This girl was worth it, though. This little, soft piece of loveliness was the finest thing that had ever come into his life. He wanted her. He needed to feel her in his arms. He looked down into the soft eyes, feeling the invitation in them and unable to believe it. Brent swallowed the lump she brought to his throat. He had to get himself under control. He could ruin everything as he almost has last week. This time he would be more careful, no matter how much she sent those surges of passion through him. He kissed her gently on the forehead and tried to step back from her.
"That all?" she asked.
She held him against her. Her leg came slowly up his thigh until it pressed against his cock. It was hardening rapidly. Brent felt panic running through him. Damn her! Didn't she know what she was doing to him! Was this some test she was putting him through? Did she enjoy this or was she seeing if he could be trusted to treat her with more respect and less desire?
"That's all, unless you want us to have another fuss," he answered her. "Look, sweetheart, it's hard enough to keep control of myself as it is. You keep doing that and I can't make any promises. I'll try to do my part. I'll try to hold myself down. But you have to be a little more careful than this. I'm only a man, Sheri. I can't take this much woman without getting a certain feeling inside."
"Do you have it now?" she asked, her eyes soft and misty. "DO you have that feeling in there?"
"Hell yes!" he panted. "God, woman! You think I'm made of stone?"
"In one place, yes," Sheri laughed. "At least that's what it feels like. Tell me, Brent, is it really that hard?"
Sheri watched the shock spread across his face. He actually blushed. Horny old Brent was blushing! The blonde laughed and pulled his face back to her lips and kissed him deeply. She ran her tongue into his mouth and taunted his own tongue as she twisted her tits luxuriously against him. Her thigh rubbed sensuously against his cock, her nylon gown falling open enough to give him a clear view of her heaving tits as she finally broke the kiss.
"Brent," she said softly. "I'm the one who has an apology to make. I was awfully unfair to you last week. I had a problem I hadn't worked through. To be honest, I had one hell of a sexual hang-up. I hope I'm rid of it now. I'd like you to help me find out."
"Anything, baby," he told her. "What do you want me to do?"
"Fuck me," Sheri answered. Just like that. That was what she wanted. That was what she told him. "I want you to fuck me, now, tonight."
Brent stared at her in shock. He'd been trying for this month after month. He'd tried wine and soft music. He'd always struck out. Now, all of a sudden, she had simply invited him to screw her. The poor man's body trembled at the thought. He looked down at her luscious body, his eyes lingering on the full, ripe tits she had exposed almost to the nipples for him. He had never seen a girl more beautiful, more completely desirable. He met her eyes once more and smiled hesitantly.
"You sure?" he asked. "You really want to?"
She nodded her head. The soft, blonde hair caught the light and sparkled before him. Her body seemed to sway exotically. Her waist looked no larger than he could hold with the fingers and thumbs of both hands touching. Her hips swelled out invitingly. The thin gown clung to her thighs and legs. He could look over her back and see the exciting protrusion of her firm and provocative ass. Damn! She was the most tempting woman he'd ever imagined. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted him to fuck her. Brent discovered he was trembling in anticipation. He pulled her back against himself. This time he went after her, no longer afraid of arousing her anger. It would be her passion he was arousing now.
Sheri let her body melt against him. She felt the heavy pounding of his heart against her tits. She felt the throbbing strength of his cock, the demand of his tongue. She kissed him back just as eagerly, just as sensuously. She let her body submit to his hands. Her tits thrilled to the hand that slowly moved over them. Her legs shivered as he ran his leg in between. Her pussy shuddered in delight as his thigh raise up against it.