himself as he wheeled toward Coleman Hill. He had contrived with well-planned stratagem, even to his marriage with Dianne. God, if there'd been anything he never wanted to do, it was take a wife. He'd had no right… He'd even delayed the launching of his political career more than five years in his frustrated effort to avoid the binding tie. Anyway, the swinging-bachelor routine had pleased him… satisfied him. He'd chosen his women to sate his lust, nothing more… uninhibited, salacious females who performed for a price and laid no claim, all of them at least as far away as Los Angeles from Rio Lado. In his own town he remained a professional gentleman, and a hell of a catch, he knew.
Dianne had just nicely fit his needs. She was a lovely, voluptuous creature, and a natural vote-getter… a bit naive but a long way from being a fool… beautiful, warm, passionate… just a natural, once Doe Everett had secured things for him, putting his mind at ease. But he had his doubts that she would ever fall into a place with the 'set.' Those damnable New England prudish morals of hers were too pronounced, too deeply imbedded. Still, that was the Commissioner's problem, wasn't it? Not his. Anyway, he'd long ago decided he could shed her if she became too much of a problem, once she'd served her purpose… and her luster had worn thin. But right now she was there whenever he wanted her… and Christ, what a fuck she was!
He found himself trembling somewhat nervously at the anticipation of A.C. Faro's call. He leaned against the door with his arm crooked out the window, one single finger guiding the wheel around the ascending curve up Coleman Hill. Someway, he felt certain, Faro would manipulate the Judge on his side… he was that hungry for a taste of Dianne.
Mark snickered aloud to himself. He wasn't exactly adverse to a tumble with Tonya Faro. She was at least ten years younger than the forty-four or five-year-old Commissioner, an exciting looking bitch, and he'd heard enough about her from a few of the swappers at the club to put starch in his prick. She had given him the eye more than once, but on those occasions she hadn't yet fitted into his plans. She didn't now, come to think about it, but once the Colemans accepted the Faro's offer to dinner it was an unwritten and unencroachable law of the 'set'… and that had been a major stipulation in A.C. Faro's consideration… that Dianne be made available for his use.
What the hell, he thought suddenly, his mouth pinching into a cold thin line as the T-Bird climbed the hill, Dianne had no complaints. So, he'd stretched a point with the love drivel. She'd been ready or she wouldn't have bought it. Anyway, he'd made more than a fair exchange. She had no Goddamned complaints… more luxury than she ever dreamed of… And you didn't dance without paying the piper a little bit… did you?
Satisfied, he smiled to himself as he swung into the long circle drive. Many, nice things could happen to him tonight, he thought… including fucking Tonya Faro.
CHAPTER FOUR
A.C. Faro cut a striking figure at forty-four: tall, athletic and ruggedly handsome with graying temples and strong, hard teeth. You noticed the teeth, Tonya thought, as she lay on the bed watching him grin into the mouth- piece of the telephone; he smiled a lot. When he entered a room it was the first thing of him that you noticed, those gleaming, square white teeth. Damn… and he was her own virile provider, the Police Commissioner himself, no less… a considerable boast for a girl who'd spent her thirteenth birthday in a house of correction, not to see the 'outside' again until she was eighteen. But who in Rio Lado, these many years later, would believe that? Call girl, dirty pictures, lewd movies… just who would believe that of Tonya Faro, the Commissioner's wife?
She tittered smugly aloud, catching his attention, and he raised his eyes in question as he continued to smile into the phone instrument. She shook her attractive head negatively and he went on with his conversation.
'As you know, I intended to feel him out, Judge, but it wasn't necessary; he came to me. I mean, hell, we don't have to solicit him… he wants our help too bad,' the Commissioner said, still smiling. 'The way I see it, he figures he can't be certain without Judge Reed behind him…'
Tonya rolled onto her side where she lay on the bed, facing her husband who stood beside it naked, having interrupted their little afternoon party to make his expected, punctual report; he was engrossed in his conversation. She loved him, she mused, and who on earth wouldn't. What a tremendous union they had. Her large dark eyes wandered down his big frame and locked on his beautiful, massive cock that was quickly losing its vigor now that his mind was elsewhere but on her. Not that it took any great amount of doing to stimulate it into an exciting hardness, but it occurred to her that to taunt him while he was conversing with the obese master would be amusing.
She slithered across the bed and reached out to take its limpness into her small, soft hand. She felt him jerk, heard him gulp, then apologize as she began to teasingly milk it and giggle at the same time.
'No,' he said into the phone, the long muscles of his thighs twitching at her teasing manipulations. 'I just let him think he was petitioning me, Judge. Then, I told him I'd speak to you… thought that was probably the way you'd want it… (Damn you, stop that. I'm talking to Judge Reed…) Yes, Judge… that's the way I see it, too. He feels he needs our backing to be sure… (You wait till I get off this phone!) Yeah, that's right… her name's Dianne. A real luscious dish, your honor…'
Tonya reached down beneath his re-erected prick and began to stroke the heavy velvet-textured balls. She smiled up at him innocently as she weighed them in her hand. She by-passed the urge to give them a slight squeeze at the mention of Dianne Coleman's name, realizing the powerful gargoyle had instigated the question. Obviously, he'd heard about the little stuck-up, blonde bitch and decided he'd like a sample. A tiny shudder coursed over her smooth, naked flesh at the thought. It took a pro… at least a girl somewhat hardened to the game to stomach the judge… and she ought to know. She'd had to spend more than a little time satisfying his perverted desires… but it was a small measure to give for what they received in return from the powerful 'king-maker'. And all she had to do was look around her at the plush luxury of her home, her wonderful husband and the full exciting life he'd given her to know that she'd service a horse if he told her to. She loved him that much.
'It's in the bag, as they say, Judge,' A.C. went on, while she moved her hand back up to his prick, bending it toward her and forcing him to turn and face her.
Then, she took it into her mouth, slipping her warm, teasing lips down over its throbbing head wetly while she worked her tongue into its tiny split, finally swirling the oral projector around its blood-filled head wildly.
'Y-Yes… yes, Judge… I-I will… I will. N-No, I feel fine… sure, just… just excited about Coleman, is all. Y-You bet. 'Bye… What? Yes, I-I'll let you know. Right. G-Goodbye…'
Tonya couldn't keep her face straight. She had her mouth filled with the head of his shaft, but she was grinning at the same time and looking up at him, her eyes like two brown marbles lying in milk.
Faro grinned down at her. He planted his hands on his hips and stood spread legged while she lay on her belly and sucked at his prick enthusiastically, those big dark-eyes gaping up at him innocently.
Christ, he loved her, he thought! What a wanton, beautiful, delectable whore she was. She'd struck him the same way the first night he'd laid her in San Francisco at the Police Officials Convention. Seven years she'd been his wife and never for one moment since Nora's death had he been sorry for marrying her. She's made it all worth while… worth coming home to… and that was more than he could ever say for Nora in twenty years of wedlock.
So, the kids didn't like her… to hell with them. They had their own lives now. And he'd bet his next year's income that their sex existence couldn't begin to match his. Damnit, he hadn't lived until he'd met Tonya. Call girl? Yeah… she had to be; she needed that much loving… at least, he satisfied himself with that explanation.
Now, he looked down at her… smirking as she continued to suck on the head of his prick. Cripes, he could fuck her all morning and all afternoon… yes, even into the night and she'd wake him up by squeezing his balls and cock, looking for more. She was insatiable… but Goddamn, deliciously so, his true counterpart in lust, he knew.
She lay on her belly, her torso raised from the bed and braced by her elbows, one small hand encircling the base of his cock while the other cradled his balls; her high-set, round full breasts hung forward, their brown nipples hardened in her excitement, reminding him of a carved mermaid attached to the bow of a sailing ship, while his cock stuck from her mouth like its bowsprit. He ran his hands through her silky, raven-black hair, his eyes devouring the smooth, creamy skin of her back that narrowed into the girlish waist, then flared out into enticingly rounded hips, and full, globular buttocks. Her perfectly tapered thighs she had spread comfortably and her shapely
