"It's simply because this is an entirely different situation. I mean, we at…"
His voice faded away as she began to unbutton his shirtfront. Her fingers brushed gently against the guiltily quivering flesh of his stomach.
"I think you must be a fantastic man in bed, lover," she murmured, "isn't it just a crying shame that we don't have a real bed handy?"
"Please!" he cried out in a mixture of delight and anguish, "Please, what are you doing!"
"Don't you like me to caress you like this, Cubbie?"
Beads of hot sweat popped out on his forehead. He was trembling so violently now that he doubted that he would be able to stand much longer. His knees knocked together violently, the legs threatening to weaken and give way.
"Of course I like it! Hell, of course I do! That's the whole problem!"
"If you like it," Lenny reasoned sexily, "then, why not do it?"
"D-d-d-do what?"
Lenny let her fingers slide in under his belt, tickling the pubic hairs that had crept up from his crotch.
"Do?" she repeated his question with mock innocence.
"Do? Why do this, of course you silly thing, do what we are already beginning to do!"
"But we can't do that!"
Lenny undid the fasteners of his trouser-waist with masterful ease. This was her business. Men.
"You see, don't you Lenny?" He was desperately pleading with her now, Lenny had never known a man so reluctant to be seduced. In a peculiar way, it was a lot of fun. "It's not a question of what the lower animal in me wants to do!" he was almost screaming now, "It's a matter of remembering my duty to Xylotropic Industries Incorporated!"
"What duties?" Lenny snapped, pulling her hand out of his pant-top.
He stared at her in alarm. A horrible new thought struck him then, perhaps she would stop, perhaps his protests would make her disgusted and she would leave him alone with all those fiendish, unfeeling sex-machines!
"Why… why did you stop?" He was confused, his better judgment and training told him that he had wanted that to happen. He thought that he truly wanted her to give up on the attempted seduction. But the other part of him, in truth the stronger part of his manhood, that part was desperate that she should continue. Passion won in the end. "Please don't stop, Lenny! Please don't stop!"
Lenny grinned wickedly, "I'll keep going, I'll keep on touching you, if you tell me about your duty to Xylotronic Industries." She felt like a true "Mata Hari" now.
"All right, all right, but first, put your hand back in my pants."
Her cool, slender fingers reached into his trouser front once more. A beatific smile lit her face; she was in complete control of this strange man now… she would milk him for all the information she could get.
"The training we receive at Xylotropic Industries," he began hurriedly, as though she would leave him if he did not rush to tell her everything he knew about the strange manufacturing firm. "The training is designed to teach us that the animalistic sexual traits are becoming obsolete, that we must learn to separate our psychological need for sexual fulfillment and our biological desire to procreate. Making children through normal sexual relations is inefficient, and making love through the joining of two natural bodies is also atavistic. By that, we mean that it is unfulfilling for the most part – and therefore inefficient."
At this point, Lenny's fingers closed tightly around his stiff prick.
"Unfulfilling?" she asked accusingly. "Does that mean you want me to stop?"
"No…!"
"Then, why do you think it's unfulfilling to have a real woman pulling on your prick, instead of some crazy machine?"
"I… I don't really know."
"I know." She said shortly, kneeling suddenly before him and pulling his zipper down with a metallic squeal. Before he had time to react, she had taken the large prick into her cool wet mouth. She sucked vigorously, bobbing her head up and down its length.
Cubbings could only moan in ecstasy. In a matter of moments he had been converted back to the natural sexuality, the meeting of two warm, living bodies in the bliss of physical excitement.
"Mmmmm!" Lenny moaned, as she took his whole length into her sucking mouth.
"I know now!"
"Know what, Cubbie?" she asked, pulling her head away from his stiff and straining organ for an instant.
"I know now that everything he told me was a lie!" Cubbings shouted rapturously, "I know now that you can give me joy and pleasure that no machine could ever give me!"
As he uttered those excited words, Cubbings came into her willing mouth. Hot geyser spurts of semen which she swallowed with passionate enthusiasm.
His climax triggered hers, which blasted through her like a high wind. She fell back from him, grasping her cunt lips with one hand and forcing three fingers of the other up into the well of her desire.
"Hell!" Cubbings exclaimed, staring down at the white stuff still flowing sporadically from his prick.
"Ummm," moaned Lenny.
This, she thought, is the way it should be.
CHAPTER NINE
As they walked along the street toward Lenny's apartment, the Englishman questioned her further.
"The thing I don't understand, Lenny, is this…" he spoke in a soft voice, "why is it that I haven't been able to have a real thing with a woman since the war, then all of a sudden everything clicks with you?"
Lenny stopped and pulled his raincoat more tightly about her well-shaped body. He eyed the jutting of her indescribable breasts, beneath the stretched cloth.
"I think I have an idea about that, Cubbie," she replied.
"Oh?" he had begun to respect this woman of the streets a great deal more.
"Yes," she looked deeply into his gray eyes, "you told me that you used to have a lot of animals around, right?"
"I suppose so, yes, but that was when I was just a child."
"Never mind, lover, it's obvious to me that the difference between my kind of sex and the stuff that McClain is trying to pawn off on the world has a lot to do with animals. You see, the thing everyone seems to forget is that we're all basically animals. We aren't any different basically from the cattle in the fields or the tigers prowling about the jungles in hot pursuit of the opposite sex."
"I'm not so certain that I follow you," Cubbings said, staring at her with a blankness one sometimes finds in children asking questions about the size of the universe. Cubbings seemed strangely naive.
Lenny laughed gaily and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "I'll tell you all about it tomorrow. As it is, we'd both better get some rest if we're going to sell the Xylotrope to the world."
The sophisticated Cubbings nodded almost regretfully.
"Yes," he said in a low voice, "I suppose you're right, see you tomorrow night."
After the door was securely shut and bolted behind her, Lenny threw the raincoat off and fell full length on her couch. It seemed hysterically funny to her suddenly; the whole business of the Xylotrope seemed like some kind of hideous joke.
She sombered slightly when she thought of the zealous intensity with which McClain had jotted down his notations. He was obviously not a man to fool around with. She yawned and fell asleep for a few hours.
When she finally awoke, it was seven in the morning. Life was just beginning again on the streets outside her windows. She stood for some time on her balcony, staring down at the porters and cabbies who bustled by. In fifteen minutes or so the sidewalk began to fill with people rushing off to their early jobs. She grinned and turned back to her own apartment.
Lenny Morgan began her working day by taking a quick shower and dousing herself with expensive perfume. She was to meet Lenora at the dark girl's own apartment in the West Village.