Almost as if he had started her with a spur, she stepped forward, walking past the settee, and turned right, through the door into the bedroom. She walked straight to the edge of the bed and then stopped. Behind her, Longarm was shucking his shirt and his gun belt and trying his best to get his boots off while he was still walking. It was a moment before he could get completely naked himself, but she never budged from where she was standing facing the bed.
She had left the lantern lit in the bedroom and it was impossible for him to not be wildly excited by the sight of her. She was a truly desirable young woman. His only problem was that he didn’t know what to do next and he was beginning to feel like a fool having to ask her.
He said, “Miss Shaw, I think you better lay down on the bed.”
“All right,” she said. “On my face or on my back?”
“Let’s start with you on your back with your legs spread open.”
“All right.” She obediently climbed up on the bed on her hands and knees until she was in the middle of the big space. She turned over and lay her head on the pillow, pulled her legs up, and opened them to reveal the golden skin running into the golden hair that turned into the soft pink of her vagina.
As Longarm climbed up on the bed, he was so aroused, he was worried that he’d be much too quick. But then, the way she was acting, he wasn’t sure what was expected of him. He got down over her and said, “Miss Shaw, are you sure this is something that you want to do?”
“I’m just here for you to use. Ain’t that what a vestal virgin is supposed to do?”
Longarm said, “Miss Shaw, I’ve never seen a vestal virgin so I don’t know what they do, but I don’t reckon you are one.”
She said, “I can be whatever you tell me to be.”
Feeling a little strange, he decided to proceed one step further. He put his mouth over hers and then guided himself into her. As he plunged his penis into her already warm and moist vagina, he felt her suddenly stir. Her mouth came open and her arms wrapped around him, clinging like iron bands. Her legs came up and before he realized it, she had exploded beneath him. The very strength of her surprised him, not just the strength of her arousal. It was all he could do to maintain his own rhythm as she pitched and writhed beneath him. But his fever was at such a pitch that try as he could, he couldn’t hold back. In less than a minute, he had ignited inside her, pouring his semen into her in one great, bursting gush. For a second, he arched his back and then collapsed on top of her.
He was slightly dazed, but he was amazed to find that she had not stopped. She was still working him, clasping him by the buttocks and pulling him back and forth in her, even though his member was no longer stiff enough for the purpose. Finally, she subsided and they laid still for a moment. He gasped in her ear, “I’m sorry. Just give me a moment.”
He rolled over to her side and lay on his back beside her, staring at the ceiling, panting for breath, not so much from the exertion as from the passion. But he had only a short relief before he realized what was happening; she had risen up on her knees and taken him into her mouth until she had brought him back to such a state of excitement that he could penetrate her again. This time it lasted for as long as it needed to. She went off with a high-pitched screaming wail, bucking and pitching beneath him, thrusting her hips up to his. He followed shortly thereafter, collapsing this time in real exhaustion.
Some time later, they were back in the little sitting area. They were both dressed and Miss Shaw was busy heating up the coffee. Longarm was as confused as he had been before they had gone into the bedroom. Miss Shaw was once again the demure, timid, bright-faced young woman who, as far as he knew, had been working for an evangelist. He had a lot of questions, but he didn’t know how to ask them or if he should ask them or if he had the right to ask them. Certainly, he had gotten what he wanted. How she chose to give it to him really wasn’t any of his business, but he couldn’t help himself.
When she had served them both a cup of coffee and was seated across from him, he said, “Miss Shaw, I’m doggoned if I just ain’t got to ask you a question.”
She looked up at him, appearing as if she had never been closer to a bed fight than a million miles, every hair in place, her dress, her deportment, her smile, all that of which she had first appeared to be. Longarm half dreamed that he had imagined it. She looked up at him and said, “And what would that be, Marshal Long?”
He said, “Well, I’m still a little confused. You know, you were talking about vestal virgins in there and some other kinds of things and I know that you worked for this Stafford fellow who you said must have been some kind of evangelist, or at least, I took it that way. Uh, Miss Shaw, there wasn’t nothing religious about what was going on in there, was there? I mean …” He could feel himself beginning to blush. “I wouldn’t have wanted to have taken advantage of you in just such a way.”
She let out a tiny peal of laughter that tinkled like a bell. She said, “Oh, Marshal, how you do talk. Of course, there wasn’t anything religious about that and there certainly was very little religion about Mr. Stafford. He and I had our disagreements and we parted company, but I can assure you that it had nothing to do with religion.”
Longarm looked at her in puzzlement. He said, “But I can’t understand what you were saying about you were there for me to use however I wanted. I never had a woman tell me anything like that. It was almost as if you were supposedly under my power or something.”
She laughed again, that same tinkling bell. She said, “Oh, that was just an old trick from my former work in Shreveport.
Longarm looked at her. “And what would that have been, Miss Shaw? I take it nothing in the evangelist line.”
“Well, it depends on how you look at it. I was whoring.”
He was about to raise the coffee cup to his lips but quickly set it back on the table. The surprise had taken him so strongly that he had nearly dropped the dainty thing. He said, “Did I hear you right?”
“Indeed you did, Marshal. And I was very good at it. I decided that you would like a nice, pure, clean, innocent young girl tonight, even younger than I am, so I decided to give it to you for a very pleasant evening—and a very good meal, I might add. Besides, you’re a United States marshal.”
“United States deputy marshal,” Longarm added quickly.
“Whatever the case may be. You’re still the law.”
