himself.
When they both lay gasping for breath on the floor, Terry turned to him with an evil smile, startling on her innocent face. She stroked his exhausted cock with loving fingers.
'Hey, stud. Let's run off to L.A.. Just you and me, swinging every night without waiting for Linda to come home and spoil it. What do you say?'
'Cut that crap out,' he snapped angrily. 'You're talking about your own sister and my wife.'
'I can get a job as a waitress in a crummy restaurant or as a carhop, and you can drive a bus down there,' Terry went on as if he hadn't said anything. 'And every morning I'll eat you for breakfast, and all we'll do is go to drive-ins and screw and watch TV and drink beer. And smoke a little dope. And live happily ever after.'
'Crazy Goddamn kid-talk,' Mike muttered, standing up and grabbing another beer from the refrigerator.
But she'd planted the seed in his mind. She embraced him from behind and rubbed her tits into his back and squirmed her wet, hot cunt to his bare ass lewdly.
'Let's take another shower, stud.'
He was about to tell her where to go, when she reached around to seize his chafed prick. She began jerking it softly in her warm fist, and a tingle began deep in his loins.
It was the seventh time for him in three hours, breaking his old record of six with Linda in an all-night session.
Even after the savage and thrilling fuck in the shower, she wouldn't leave him alone. She stalked him around the apartment, greedy and relentless, insatiable and completely uncontrollable.
Mike found himself wondering what the weather would be like in Los Angeles.
CHAPTER FOUR
The Horn Inn was a roadside restaurant that did a volume business every night. This night in particular was extremely heavy, and Violet realized with irritation that it would be impossible for her and Linda to get a break at the same time.
All the brunette wanted to do was grab a few lascivious licks in the employees' bathroom, go down on Linda for a couple of minutes just to keep her hotly primed. But she was consoled by the thought that the sexy blonde was coining home with her after work.
Or so she thought until an hour before closing time.
That's when she saw Linda talking excitedly to a tall, sleekly handsome man at the bar. They seemed to know each other. The man would squeeze Linda's hand and give her an affectionate kiss from time to time.
About a half hour before closing time, Violet had a chance to talk to Linda briefly.
'He's a guy I used to go with before I married Mike,' Linda told her, her eyes glowing with excitement. 'Gee, Violet, I don't know about [missing text].'
The blonde looked confused. She wanted to go home with Violet, obviously still hot from her wild initiation last night, but she wanted to be with her old boyfriend too.
Violet made a snap decision. She'd been watching the man for a while earlier, observing him, and something about his easy grin and calculating eyes struck a chord of recognition in her.
He was a selfish, grade A bastard if she ever saw one, the kind that hustled women for whatever he could get, Linda was too inexperienced to know that, of course. Women could be so dumb!
'Well, look honey,' the brunette murmured, stroking Linda's wrist suggestively and feeling her tremble in response, 'why don't the both of you come over to my place? We'll have a few drinks together and you guys and chew the fat. Of course, if you want to be alone with him you can just leave after a little while, but we can party it up if you feel like it, too.'
'That's a great idea,' Linda bubbled. 'Let me ask him.'
'No,' Violet said quickly. 'Let me ask him.'
Before Linda could reply, Violet moved rapidly to the bar. His calculating eyes moved over her ripe tits and hips in a swift appraisal.
'Hi, I'm a friend of Linda's,' Violet said in her huskiest voice. She fixed her dark melting eyes on him and moved her tongue slowly around her lips, watching his eyebrows lift in interest.
'Linda was going to come over to my place for a couple of drinks after work,' Violet went on. 'Why don't you come with us? Meet us in the parking lot about ten after two.'
He grinned. 'Hell, why not?'
Violet paused, smiling lewdly. 'You look like you're man enough to handle both of us. Are you?'
The boldness caught him by surprise. He hadn't expected a flat proposition from a stranger. But he recovered quickly and nodded his head.
'Yeah, I think I can take care of you two.'
Violet picked up her tray and started to leave.
'Do you like games?' she asked him suddenly. 'Thee-way games?'
His grin grew broad. 'I've been there, honey. You've got the right player.'
'Just keep in mind,' Violet said in a low voice, 'that Linda is married and this sort of stuff is brand-new to her. Suppose you let me handle everything when we get to my place?'
He nodded quickly, gulping his drink. 'You call the shots, baby, I'll follow.'
Their eyes met for a long moment, both silently acknowledging they were hustlers and that Linda, the naive outsider, would be the victim.
The next thirty minutes moved very fast as the jammed inn grew noisier with the last call. Violet had to congratulate herself on the way she'd handled him. He was a prick, all right, but she knew how to handle that, too. The main thing was to keep the blonde happy and prime her for a thee-way with her husband. It looked like a perfect set-up.
She could see how an innocent girl could fall for him, with his casual charm and sleek looks. Any woman who'd really been around could tell what he was from fifty feet, but Linda, thank Christ, would never be that sharp. She was too basically honest and small-town, too warm and open.
He followed them in his car to Violet's place, and ten minutes the three of them were sitting in her living room, sipping martinis. The brunette pretended polite interest while the two of them talked old times. They'd gone to high school together, and he'd left town after that and just got back a few weeks before.
And probably had the cops and possibly the syndicate looking for him, Violet thought wryly. He was the type who'd always go after a fast buck and end up in trouble. Good-looking bastard, though, lean and sharply dressed, smooth talker. He'd screw a woman and take her for everything she had, her pussy, her pride and her purse.
Violet would use him for tonight and then dump him fast. She signaled him with her eyes to follow her into the kitchen. She was making fresh drinks when he came in behind her.
'Go to the bathroom for ten minutes,' she told him. 'When you come back, things will be set up.'
He grinned down at her, too sure of himself. 'You making it with her? I didn't think Linda swung that way.'
'Then you really don't know a hell of a lot about women, do you?' she grinned back, cutting him down to size. 'Just go polish your cock and keep in mind that her husband is a big, mean bastard.'
Violet went back to the living room, satisfied she'd put the damper on any plans he might have for hustling Linda on a long-term basis. She wanted the blonde for herself and no selfish bastard was going to stop her.
When Lee went to the bathroom, the brunette settled on the sofa beside Linda. She put her hand on her thigh and softly squeezed, feeling the blonde respond with a shiver.
'Gee, I wanted to spend the night with you, honest, Violet,' whispered Linda, 'but I didn't think I'd run into Lee. He used to turn me on like crazy.'
'And still does?' Violet asked, running her fingers beneath Linda's dress to her hot silky thighs.
Linda nodded, her face flushed, her legs parting beneath Violet's caressing touch. 'Yes. But I don't know if I can make it with him. I mean, I'm married to Mike now, and you and I, well, we're different, I mean I don't think Mike would really be mad if he knew about us, he wouldn't feel it was cheating. Not if I made it with another guy…'
