quickly and quietly as she could and without waking him, slipped down the stairs and out the front door. She sighed with relief as she remembered what had taken place after she had taken his huge cock between her full red lips and sucked it until he had cum and afterwards, her plan had begun to pay off.
'Where'd you learn to give a blow job like that?' she heard Bernardo's voice ask. 'From your husband?'
'No,' she replied lazily. 'Rick's what you might call… conservative in bed,' she lied.
'Oh yeah?' the drunken and sated young Cuban gang member replied, laughing a little, confidently. 'Looks like we did you a favor, then, getting him out of the way.'
Nancy had opened her eyes wide in feigned admiration when he said that, doing her best to conceal the keen excitement his words produced in her. 'You mean it was the Morros?' she asked innocently. 'I was beginning to think that my husband really was selling marijuana!'
'Naaaaaaaah,' Bernardo replied. 'It was the Morros. Man, your husband was so close to getting us busted that we had to do something quick before he spilled the whole works. Hell, he knew everything but where we hid our trophies.'
'But he didn't find out?'
'Na, Christ! If he had ever found out about that hidden room under the stairs, we would have been dead.'
'But he didn't!'
Bernardo reflected a moment. Rick Taggart had been good, real good at his job and he had uncovered enough on his crusade against street gangs to make most of them squirm. But the Morros for some reason had been his special concern, and he had collected enough hearsay evidence to get the police on their backs once the newspapers printed it. That was why they had to frame him, to discredit his word. If he were as bad a character as they were supposed to be, then who could the cops believe?
The street gang, or the man who would do anything for a story? With a choice like that they would probably just forget the whole affair.
'Yeah, we fixed him before he could. Now they wouldn't believe him if he printed the Bible,' he said finally, taking another swig from the bottle of liquor he had collected from the living room.
Nancy snuggled closer to him then, letting her long, tapering fingernails graze lightly over the curling hairs that were sprouting on his chest. 'Well, I'm glad you men fixed him,' she ventured. 'I'd hate to see men like the Morros locked up. I never would have had your big cock in my cunt that way.'
Her remark seemed to give the inebriated Morros lieutenant a whole new view of the situation, and gradually his tongue had loosened, telling Nancy all kinds of things in reply to her gently probing questions.
Within an hour, she had picked up more information on the gang's dealings in street-gang murders, protection money, everything the gang had done that Bernardo had ever been involved in. It had taken all her willpower to conceal the mounting sense of disgust she felt at his proud admissions. More than once she was tempted to tell the young Cuban just what she thought of him and his gang as he told her some of the unbelievably sordid things they had done for their idea of macho.
Nancy was shocked, but fascinated too, at what she heard. Finally Bernardo had talked himself out.
'I'm tired of talking,' he snarled, pulling her closer to him and pressing his lips down on hers in an alcohol- reeking kiss. 'Let's fuck some more…'
'Sure, Bernardo,' Nancy heard her own voice reply. 'Just let me go in the bathroom for a minute, okay?'
'Yeah, but hurry up,' he assented. 'I gotta get outta here soon.' His voice was thick with drink.
The young reporter's wife dawdled in the filthy bathroom, hoping to postpone submitting to more of his crude carnality as long as possible, and when she finally reemerged into the bedroom, she found her young Morros member passed out on the mattress, snoring lightly, his fists curled in like a child's. Quietly she had dressed and made her escape.
She hardly remembered driving home, so preoccupied was she with the next phase of her plans, but she finally pulled up in the driveway, with relief that she was back in her own neighborhood and that the first part of the plan had been so successful. She quickly turned off the engine and got out of her car, hurrying up the drive to let herself in the front door.
Chapter 7
'Salvador, we've got a problem,' Chico's voice at the other end of the line announced to the Morros gang leader. Quickly he told the dark serious Cuban of the afternoon's events, beginning with Nancy's seductive appearance at the deserted house that afternoon, her going inside alone with Bernardo and concluding with the news she had somehow gotten ahold of his home phone and called him up telling him some unwelcome news. She had gotten Bernardo to talk, and she had all the inside dope on the Morros. Her information covered a great deal more than what her husband had found out about, and she would not hesitate to talk to whoever would listen. Under the influence of liquor, Bernardo had apparently talked a lot.
'The puta says she's taking the story to the cops and the newspapers unless someone tells the cops her old man was framed,' Chico finished.
'I thought I better tell you right away.'
'Where's Bernardo now?'
'She said she left him dead-drunk in the house. If he hasn't come home yet, I guess he's still there.'
'Okay, Chico,' Salvador said. 'Send one of the boys to pick him up and bring him back here. I'll take care of everything else.'
'What should I tell that Taggart woman if she calls back?'
Salvador paused a moment before replying. When he answered, his voice was dangerously calm. 'Tell her she'll be hearing from me.'
He set the phone back in its cradle, his mind beginning to seethe with anger at the news Chico had just given him. That fucking cunt just wouldn't learn, would she? Well, she'd overshot the mark this time, trying to fool with the leader of the Morros gang. The little bitch was gonna regret it, and before the night was over, too.
The first thing Nancy Taggart had done when she reached home was to shower and try to rinse off some of the grime she felt was clinging to her body and soul. Though she knew in her heart that some of it would always remain, it was worth it; getting even with the Morros was worth it. After her bath she had placed a call to Chico, not wanting to talk to Salvador just yet, but wanting him to get her message.
It wasn't until she sat down for dinner an hour later that the enormity of what she had undertaken, forced to the back of her consciousness all day, now began to strike her with its full force. Everything was happening so fast, she didn't quite know how to deal with it. Her mind kept returning to the obscene events of the afternoon, her prolonged fucking with the devilishly handsome and cruel brother of Salvador Mendosa.
Now that her mission of revenge and rescue of her husband was nearly accomplished, she found herself able to dwell on the more sensual aspects of their bizarre encounter. Her body still trembled at the recollection of the young Cuban's thickly pulsing cock fucking in and out of her wide-stretched cunthole. For there was no denying it, she had enjoyed the shameful fucking to which she had submitted. Her body had been so alive since she had met the Morros, including the night of Rick's arrest, when their fucking had been interrupted by the arrival of the police. She had always enjoyed being screwed, but since that night, with all of the fucking she had gotten since, she seemed to need cock even more. She felt like a totally different person now. Yesterday she had gone to visit her husband again, and had been amazed to feel her pussy become slippery with juices as she sat on the opposite side of the screen, with the sheer desire to fuck him! She felt sick with yearning to have him close to her again, to be able to touch him and have him fuck her newly awakened body. It was partly this desire that had stiffened her resolve to go through with her dangerous scheme. It was worth anything to her to get her husband back safe again. Anything!
But at the same time, Nancy was becoming increasingly nervous. She still hadn't heard from the unscrupulous Morros leader, and as the minutes ticked by, she found herself growing more and more aware of how vulnerable she was, alone in the house. Her nearest neighbor was off on a Caribbean cruise for three weeks, so she was
