were not the kind of clothing she normally wore. Lighting a cigarette, Rick's young wife began to pace around the spacious bedroom, deep in thought.
Nancy, she told herself inwardly, you're being a fool. Just because Rick's been victimized by some gang of juvenile delinquents and you've been brutalized by those young punks is no reason to think you can get even with them, ruin them. It's absolutely ridiculous to even think about it.
Yet even as she struggled with herself, a deeper feeling rose that easily thrust aside the reasonable part of her mind that struggled futilely to dissuade her from the strange scheme. This feeling was revenge, pure and simple. The trusting blonde girl had been shocked and abused in a way she had never thought possible, and her own reporterhusband was behind bars, the victim of those hoodlums' frame. At first the full realization of what was happening had paralyzed her completely, to the extent that she had seriously considered leaving her home in Miami and going to visit her sister. But after two days of weeping and self-pity, an inexorable desire for revenge had begun to consume her. And out of this desire for vengeance, she had formed a plan.
Stamping out her cigarette, she closed the curtains on the window and then quickly began to undress until she was completely naked, her cream-white skin glowing softly in the muted afternoon sunlight. She picked up one of the items of clothing she had dug out from the back of the closet, a pair of extra-short Levi's she wore only in the house.
The young blonde wife examined the skimpy garment slowly, her face registering mixed feelings of determination and doubt.
'I… I can't wear these in public,' she murmured to herself.
Suddenly she threw the shorts down onto the bed, turning away anxiously, as if once more regretting her detailed scheme. Then she suddenly remembered something her young husband had once said to her the last time she had worn them around the house.
'Honey,' her husband's remark echoed in her mind, 'you look terrific.
If I didn't have to go to work today, I'd pull you down and fuck you as you stand.'
Once more Rick's young wife went to the bed and picked up the cut-off Levi's. Then, with trembling fingers, she began to put on the short pants, wriggling her young body as she pulled the tight-fitting cutoffs over her full firm thighs and hips. Finally they were zipped up, clinging to Nancy's curvaceous legs and sensuously rounded asscheeks like a gleaming second skin.
It was the first time the young blonde had ever worn anything without underwear and the sensation of the soft, well-worn denim material on her naked flesh was unexpectedly thrilling, particularly where the soft cotton snuggled up into her thin pussy cleft, giving her crotch the appearance of two shiny scarlet lips as the supple material molded to every ridge of her soft young cunt.
She walked over toward the full-length bathroom mirror, her heart beating fast as she realized with surprise that she was growing almost … almost excited at the way the short pants clung tautly to her young ripe form, and rode up to expose a tiny glimpse of her smooth asscheeks.
Seeing herself clad in only the short shorts made the young wife gasp as she caught sight of herself in the mirror, looking almost like a streetwalker out to get a trick. At first she didn't like the blatantly seductive appearance, but after a few moments she became somewhat pleased that she was able to transform herself like that, and it was undeniable that there was a certain erotic charge in her body due to the shorts. Quickly she returned to the bed and put on another item from the back of her closet. It had been a present from Rick, a little something he said to wear around the house when no one was around, a bright pink silk wrap-around blouse, almost no more than a scarf wrapped around her tits. The soft material clung magically to Nancy's hugely ballooning tits and when she returned to the mirror she caught her breath at the wildly erotic image she beheld.
Yes, she thought to herself decisively, yes, this is just what I need.
This will do fine.
Her timidity and embarrassment were gone now, and her blue eyes glittered with a strange satisfaction. She wanted revenge on Salvador Mendosa and his brother and all the cheap hoodlums who belonged to the Morros gang or any other gang like them. Oh, yes, they were street-wise punks, but the young blonde reporter's wife knew she had a weapon to fight them with.
She knew that those hoodlums, especially the Cubans or any Latins, had no respect for women, that all females were merely machines to satisfy their sadistic lusts, animals to be played with and abused, humiliated and treated like fourth-class citizens. And yet in an odd sort of way, she understood that a woman was central to their lifestyle, for without a female to brutalize as they wished, they had no gauge for their manhood, no way to assert themselves as dominant, all-powerful males.
Nancy smiled perversely as she realized that for all the contempt they displayed toward her, she understood that their attitude toward women was their fatal weakness, and that a woman, if she wanted to, could wrap any one of those thugs around her little finger by using that most formidable of weapons – her sex. Behind their cruel eyes, their braggart manner, their crude behavior, Rick's young wife knew that these gang members were frightened, foolish young men committing endless criminal acts to satisfy their need for power, and humiliating women to insure themselves of their omnipotency and dominance. And now, the young blonde was going to use what she knew about them to trick Salvador Mendosa's younger brother Bernardo into revealing what he knew about her husband's arrest and other Morros activities. With luck, with a great deal of luck, she hoped to seduce the dark-haired young Cuban gang-member and get him to talk and then she was going to expose the gang like her husband never could.
She stood before the mirror, scrutinizing her appearance, and trying to cope with the recurring fears that echoed in her brain, fears that argued violently against her plan. Did she really think she could get away with it? Wasn't she just leaving herself wide open for more brutal fucking? Was all her scheming and planning merely the foolish fantasy of a naive young wife suddenly faced with the stark realities of the real life on the streets? Maybe… maybe all of it was true. But the blonde girl also knew that those Morros had taken away the one thing in her life that she cherished most, Rick. Her husband was gone, locked in prison because of the Morros gang, and Nancy was now like a woman possessed, possessed with the consuming need to help her young husband, and have her revenge on all of the smug young punks who had treated her so horribly, and she knew that she would not stop until she reached that end.
Bernardo Mendosa sat on the floor in the living room of the deserted house where only days before his older brother had fucked Taggart's wife. He turned the magazine he was reading sideways and pulled the centerfold out of the center. He licked his lips hungrily, wishing that Maria was here to suck him off. He was in the middle of these lecherous thoughts when Chico suddenly burst into the house.
'Santa Maria, Bernardo,' he said, 'you'll never guess who's out there in the street!'
'Farrah Fawcett-Majors?' Bernardo inquired with a lewd arch of his eyebrow. He took a drink from the nearly full bottle of liquor at his side.
'Damn near. It's Taggart's wife, and you ain't gonna believe how she looks. Man, I had a fuckin' hard-on the minute I saw her.'
'The reporter's wife? What the hell's she doin' here? If she don't watch out she's gonna get the same fucking she got before! Anyone else know she's here?'
'Nah, some of the women saw her, but they won't tell the men; too jealous.'
'Well… what's she doin'?'
'I don't know, she's just standing in front of the house.'
'What? What the hell is she up to?'
'Maybe we had her figured wrong. Maybe she had the hots for you. And Christ, the way she's all dolled up…'
'Maybe I oughta go have a look for myself. Maybe she's flipped out or somethin'. You know it happens sometimes to chicks that ain't too together. With her husband in jail and all, and after the fucking Salvador gave her when she was here!'
'You might be right, Bernardo. 'Cause that baby sure don't look the same as last time she was in here. It's funny, though, her comin' back.
I thought Salvador had scared her so bad she'd never get in our way again. Could be she's up to somethin'.'
'Yeah, could be.'
