CHAPTER NINE
It was late in the afternoon when Judy left Ann’s place. Bert Karnstein was so washed out Judy knew there was no way he would be able to hurt Ann, and Ann had enjoyed enough pleasure from Bert so that she had agreed to let him move in with her.
The trouble was, watching all that action—and not participating —had made Judy tremendously aroused. Unfortunately she had made no arrangements for the upcoming evening because of her job, and so she thought she would end up alone.
Her drive home took her through the Golden Gate area, and she knew Al Bombannente lived somewhere nearby. It was from listening through a small hole in the wall that separated their offices that Judy had learned about Al’s unorthodox methods when it came to parolees, and because of his success, she had tried it herself, though using women like Ann Mason rather than giving herself to the ex-cons. She wondered if Al was busy that evening.
Her car seemed to guide itself through the streets and suddenly it was parking in front of the apartment house where she knew Al lived. It was a nice neighborhood, very quiet, which for San Francisco was a rarity since most of the city was almost always in some kind of turmoil or other.
Getting out of the car, she felt the cold wind from the nearby ocean whipping her coat, cutting through her, making her entire body shudder. Entering the apartment building, she looked at the mail boxes and discovered Al lived on the fourth floor. That seemed to be the perfect floor to live on in a high-rise like this one. There were no fire escapes outside his window, though there was one at the end of the hall, and he was too high for robbers to reach him from the ground, while too low for them to come down from the roof.
Finding Al’s apartment, Judy pushed the door buzzer and waited. Less than a minute later, Al Bombannente opened the door and smiled at her, saying, “Yes?”
He was wearing dark slacks, a white long-sleeved shirt open at the collar, no shoes, and he had a bourbon in his hand.
“Is that the way you greet all visitors?” she asked.
“Only those with whom I’m very familiar,” he replied. “Come on in, Judy. Tell me, what brings you to this neighborhood, especially at this time of the day?”
“I’m lonely,” she replied. “I just finished working with two parolees.”
“On Saturday?”
“Well, it’s not the kind of treatment the state would exactly smile on, if you get my meaning.”
“Suppose you explain,” he said, leading her into his large living room, a place too tastefully decorated for him to have done it by himself. Either he had paid an interior decorator, or he’d had a lady friend come in and do it. Judy later learned he had rented the apartment furnished, and this was the way the former tenant had done it before passing away.
“Al, our offices are separated by a thin wall, and there’s a slight crack in the wall that lets me hear everything that goes on in your office. When I say everything, I mean everything. Since you’ve been so successful with parolees, I’ve taken to imitating you, but with a difference. Instead of using my own body, I usually mate a male and female parolee in desperate need of one another. That’s what I did today.”
“You’re taking a big chance,” he said to her. “If one of them tells on you, you’ll not only be fired, but possibly prosecuted.”
“Don’t be silly,” Judy said to him. “I’m not nearly as personally involved as you are. Even if a dissatisfied parolee complains, they’ll never be able to prove anything against me. You, on the other hand, might literally get caught with your pants down.”
“You know better than that,” Al said to her. “Can I get you a drink?”
“That might be a good idea,” Judy nodded. “By the way, am I intruding? If you have plans for tonight…”
“No,” he told her. “I was thinking of taking in a movie, though to be truthful I haven’t been to the movies in more than fifteen years. Hell, with all the golden oldies on TV, who wants to see the junk they show in the theaters today, and pay four bucks a throw? Hell, not me.”
“Especially on the kind of money we earn,” Judy nodded.
“What’s a pretty lady like you doing by herself on a Saturday evening?” Al asked, handing her a bourbon and water.
“I knew I would be busy today, and didn’t know what time I’d be through,” she told him, “so I didn’t make any dates for tonight. Besides, I really wasn’t in the mood to go out and go through the courtship rigmarole with some guy I don’t particularly care for. I knew I’d be aroused as hell after watching what went on between those two…”
“You actually stayed and watched them?”
“Of course! Did you think I would turn him loose on her without some kind of supervision?”
“Well I take it as a compliment that you came here for my company after you finished your observing, or is it that you merely wish to commiserate with a fellow worker?”
“Don’t be cute,” Judy said, standing. “Look, I’m not in the mood for bourbon. I know this sounds ridiculous, but do you have any chocolate mix around? I’m in the mood for hot chocolate. Not coffee, hot chocolate.”
“In the kitchen,” he nodded, pointing to the little kitchenette which was really part of the living room.
Judy walked into the little kitchen area and went to the cabinet Al pointed out to her, and she took out a can of cocoa mix. She found milk in the refrigerator, and she put some into a pan and opened the can. With a spoon she dished out some of the powder, but in doing so she spilled some on the floor.
“Sorry,” she said, and wetting a paper towel, she bent, with her back to Al, and began washing up the chocolate.
He wondered whether she had spilled the powder on purpose. The way she was bending caused her dress to ride up much higher than it should, and as a result he was able to see the bottom of the cheeks of her white, round ass, covered with the barest pink bikini panties.
“Come on, let me help,” he said to her, and moving over to her, he squatted facing her. She knelt now, supporting herself with one hand while she finished washing up the powdered chocolate with the other hand. Her dress, while not exactly scoop-necked, was loose at the top, and with Al kneeling in the position he was in, directly above Judy, he was able to peer down and see the fullness of her brassiere-encased breasts. They weren’t large, but they were nice and round, and the way they pushed her dress out made them look like a pair of artillery shells in a sling. Two nubby nipples pressed into the fabric and pushed at her dress, as well.
Judy looked up to catch Al looking down her dress. Instead of blushing and turning away, she remained where she was, and Al, not the least bit fazed, continued looking a little longer, enjoying the sight. Then he met her eyes and gulped a little, yet didn’t look the least bit embarrassed. He smiled at her, and she smiled back.
“I guess we’re beyond the blushing stage,” she said to him.
“I guess,” he nodded. “Did you get all the chocolate?”
“Uh huh!” she nodded, standing. “I always wondered if men ever reached the stage where they stopped looking down a woman’s dress when given the opportunity. Now I know.”
“Hell, you were offering them to my eyes on the proverbial silver platter. What was I supposed to do, look away like a gentleman? You have one nice pair of tits there, lady.”
“I’m glad you finally noticed,” Judy smiled, throwing the paper towel in the garbage and heating up the chocolate-flavored milk. “You were always so wrapped up in screwing those female parolees I often wondered if you scored with any other women.”
“I used to and I suppose I’d still be able to if I really wanted to,” he admitted. “But I find this a lot easier. The girls do what I want, when I want it, and believe it or not, they’re all better human beings because of it. It’s nice to know I’m doing a service for humanity by simply screwing.”
“Haven’t you ever had the desire for one permanent woman?”
“I’ve never found a permanent woman who was willing to meet my…”
“Standards?”
“No, conditions. You see, even if I did marry, the woman would have to understand my job, and she would have to understand that I wouldn’t change my methods of, shall we say, rehabilitation.”
“Well suppose your wife was in the same business. Would you allow her to do the same thing?”
