"I didn't even know you had a sister," I said.
"Just the one," she explained. "She wants to spend some time here and I can't keep her. This is the first place that bastard would come looking."
"Send her to a hotel, for Christ's sake!"
"Cool it, love! Old fartface will have private-peekers swarming all over the place. If you could sort of look after her for a couple of days, I'll be able to get things lined up so I can take over. It'll be a big favor."
"How are you gonna manage it?" I demanded.
"I've got to be on tap tomorrow and the next day," she went on. "After that, I can take her and just disappear for a while. You know me, love. I can hide till that bastard will never find us. If you'll just help me cover till I can get loose."
"Where are you?" I asked. If a favor would keep Lena Compton's name on my list of available bed partners, the price would be small.
She told me and I agreed to be there in thirty minutes. It would take more than the usual gumshoe to ferret out the connection between Lena and me. Once I had the girl back at the apartment, it would take the C.I.A. to find her.
I put the coffee on and ran the razor over my scowling face. With the coffee still burning my throat, I scrawled a note for Kitty and propped it against the pot, hurrying down to the car and sliding out into the almost deserted street.
They were waiting in the grubby all-night diner, two blocks from the bus station. I pulled up in front of the fly-specked window long enough for Lena to see the car. Then I pulled up about fifty feet and waited for them to join me.
A flurry of ivory curves slid across the seat and pressed boldly against my side while Lena climbed in behind her and closed the door.
"This is Mary Lou, Steve," she introduced us. "I've told her about you. If she gives you any trouble, take your belt off and wear her ass out with it! She's a spoiled brat, but I happen to be nuts about her."
The girl was a miniature edition of her big sister, only lighter. Except for the Afro hairdo, Mary Lou could have passed for white. With those fantastic breasts and that sexy mouth, she could have passed just about any test.
"Hi, Stevie!" she purred, digging a firm nipple against my elbow and letting her mouth hang open with the full lower lip moist and tempting.
"Hi, yourself!" I echoed. Then, to Lena, "Where do I drop you?"
"It's safe to swing by my place," she said. "Don't let little sister fool you. She comes on like Supergirl. But she's still got it locked up."
"Not from choice!" the girl breathed, working her knee to slide that warm thigh against mine as I set the car in motion.
Lena gave a deep chuckle. "Don't worry, sis! That's one reason I called Steve. He specializes in defoliation."
I shot her a quick frown. "You mean you want me to…?"
"You want a script, love?" she laughed. "Hell, yes! That's what I mean. You think I want her to lose it to some hopped-up cat in a back alley and wind up hating it for the rest of her life? Don't tell me you're not interested."
Mary Lou's hand slid down to my thigh and probed, finding the growing stiffness and curving her fingers about it with a little sigh.
"Relax, Lena," she whispered happily. "He's interested."
I dropped Lena off and waited until she had disappeared inside the building before I headed for the apartment, wondering how the hell I was going to explain all this to Kitty. Beside me, Mary Lou released her grip on my cock and settled back in the far comer of the seat, watching my profile with a curious half-smile. Her miniskirt had hiked its way up to the top of her perfectly rounded thighs and I found my eyes darting at the dark triangle where they converged, wondering if she was wearing panties, or if the shadow was the curly hair of her unexplored cunt. Her first question made me jerk the wheel in surprise.
"How many girls have you fucked, Steve?" she asked with the same expression she might have used in exploring my political opinions.
"I haven't kept a diary, sugar," I evaded. "More than my share, and not as many as I wanted to. Does that make sense?"
"Have you had many virgins?" she demanded. "Like me?"
I eased the car into a vacant space and cut the engine. "I've popped a few cherries. I don't know whether they were like you. No two girls are alike, you know."
I led the way into the elevator and kept my distance as the cables pulled us upward. She had brought no luggage other than the oversized clutch bag she dangled alongside one slender hip. The legs were even better than I had estimated. Small ankles and tiny feet. Beautifully rounded calves and dimpled knees before the columns began that gentle flaring that disappeared under the skirt just in time. She was aware of my inspection, but she chose to ignore it, watching the floor indicator while I raped her with my eyes.
Fitting the key in the door, I asked, "Did Lena tell you about Kitty?"
"Your niece?" she said. "Yes. She said I'd have competition. Is she nice?"
"I'll let you find out for yourself," I told her. "I think you two will hit it off alright."
She stepped in at my gesture and waited until I closed the door. "Have you screwed her?"
The girl's calmness was raising hell with my cool. She talked about sex like a veteran whore, yet I had Lena's assurance she was still inexperienced. I held up one hand, palm out.
"Let me see if Kitty's up," I said. I started through the hall and noticed the new note leaning against the coffee pot. Changing direction, I picked it up.
"Uncle Steve," it read. "Velvet and her mother, invited me to a picnic and I accepted. Hope you won't mind. You can get some writing done with me out of your hair. I'll be back about three o'clock. Love, Kitty."
Underneath, she had scrawled, "P.S. I dreamed that you made me let you do it. Wow! Is it really that good?"
I grinned and handed the note to the waiting girl.
"Maybe this will answer your question," I commented.
She read it and the full lips curved in a warm smile. "I think that's one white chick I can really dig. Does that mean we're all alone?"
"Just like on a desert island," I said, watching her put the bag on the couch and move toward me, her hips swaying. With slow, deliberate motions she began unbuttoning the thin blouse, unveiling the deep cleft between her thrusting young breasts and pulling the cloth aside to expose the high firm mounds with their succulent tips already tilted in the quivering strutting of passion.
I slid one arm about her slender waist and pulled her to me, palming one of those resilient breasts as my mouth closed over hers, drawing her tongue between my teeth and teasing it with my own.
Her hips ground their way forward to find the hardness of my cock, pressing it as if measuring its prodigious length with the insistent grinding of her yielding belly. Her hands moved up and down my arms, unable to find a resting place in her excitement.
My arm adjusted its position at her waist, permitting my hand to work the skirt up over the lush swell of her buttocks, baring her quivering ass to my caress. My palm moved over the velvet skin, grateful for the absence of panties, squeezing and fondling the firm globes and dipping my fingertips into the warm, slightly moist crease, edging downward until I found the taut stretch of her perineum.
Bending over her placed me in an awkward position and she realized it. Her hands pushed gently at my shoulders.
"Why don't we get on the bed?" she asked breathlessly. "Or the floor? And get out pf these damn clothes!"
Releasing my hold on her pliant body, I led the way into my bedroom, already loosening my shirt and unbuckling my belt. She took one look at the huge water bed and gave a little cry of surprised delight.
"I've always wanted to try one of these! But I never thought I'd make it the first time on one!"