The passionate divorcee therefore calculated she was owed two thousand, eight and one-half lays for lost time.
And she fiercely intended to collect every one of them as quickly as possible…
CHAPTER SIX
Linda knew.
Mike didn't know she knew and Terry, wasn't aware of anything except Mike at the dinner table, didn't know she knew, but the frantic blonde knew with devastating certainty that Mike was screwing her little sister.
From the way Mike avoided looking at sexy little Terry, and from the unashamed way Terry was eating him up with her eyes, giggling and gushing and practically coming all over herself at the table, Linda knew they'd made it, probably a hot lustful fury that went on for hours.
Linda grasped the fact with a rising fear and an eerie, obscene excitement. She couldn't compete with Terry's youth or eighteen-year-old budding sexiness and she knew it.
And she sensed that her husband wasn't just fucking Terry, but that he was obsessed with her. She could feel the smoldering sex-tension between them like an electric current.
Her own Goddamn greedy little sister was stealing her husband away from her, Linda realized with panic. He was drooling at her now from the corner of his eye, and probably had a gigantic hard-on beneath the table.
If she could get Terry alone in the house for a while she could get tough with her and force her to go back to San Francisco. But she didn't dare force the issue with Mike there. Suppose he preferred Terry's juicy little cunt to hers right now – and let her know it?
And Linda had to be to work soon, leaving Mike alone with her for another seven or eight hours.
She excused herself from the kitchen table and went upstairs to use the bedroom phone. Drastic situations caned for drastic measures. She called Violet and spoke earnestly to her for ten minutes.
The brunette told her what she'd do in her place, and the idea excited Linda tremendously.
Next, Linda called the Horn Inn and told them she was sick and wouldn't be able to come in tonight. The owner screamed at her that Violet had just called him and told him the same thing. It had to be an epidemic, Linda told him and hung up.
Next, Linda called Mike aside in the living room, and explained she wasn't going to work that night.
He looked angry, his hard-on visibly dwindling in his pants.
'The truth is,' Linda rushed on before he could argue with her any more, 'I just want to spend some time alone with Terry. She is my sister, you know, and I've really missed her all these years. But there's something you can do for me, too.'
'What?' he eyed her suspiciously.
'A friend of mine has to move some furniture over at her apartment, and she just had a fight with her boyfriend. She could use some muscle for an hour or two, Mike.'
He waved his hand in disgust. 'Christ, I just got off work. What the hell am I, a mule?'
'She's coming over in a couple minutes,' Linda went on, unperturbed. 'I left something over at her apartment and she's bringing it. You can leave with her and that way Terry and I will be alone.' Before he could protest further, she added, 'Her name is Violet. You met her once I think. The small brunette, remember?'
Mike remembered quickly. He'd seen her in her snug uniform over at the Horn Inn one night, and he recalled thinking about her big bedroom eyes and the hot little ass she had. He shrugged.
'Well, if it's a good friend of yours, and it won't take more than an hour or so…'
When Terry found out Linda was staying home and Mike was leaving, her cute face took on a vicious, sullen look. 'Hell, I don't want to hang around here,' she pouted. 'I think I'll haul my ass downtown and see if there's any action.'
'You'll wait here for a while,' Linda told her firmly. 'There's something I have to discuss with you.'
Terry looked bored and lit a cigarette, dangling it from her lips. Ten minutes later, Violet rang the doorbell, took one look at Linda's little sister and suddenly felt hotter than she'd been in years.
In less than five minutes, Mike had left with Violet, and Terry was alone with Linda. The blonde fingered the box Violet had brought her thoughtfully. Terry poured herself a glass of wine and gulped half of it down, her gestures irritated.
'Moving furniture, my ass,' she said dryly to Linda. 'That was a lot of bull, Linda. You were setting Mike up with that hungry bitch and we both know it. Why?'
'Come on upstairs and I'll explain, honey,' Linda said sweetly. 'Bring the bottle of wine too.'
Shrugging, Terry followed her up the stairs. Her sharp mind had already warned her that Linda had caught on to her and Mike, and she was getting Mike out of the way for a while so she could lay down the law to Terry. But it was obvious to Terry the only furniture Mike was going to move was the sexy brunette's bed, after thrashing on it for an hour or two.
Something screwy was going on, the eighteen-year-old knew. Whatever it was, she'd hang in tenaciously until she and Mike could run off to L.A.. Because Terry knew she almost had him wrapped up now, and it was just a matter of days before she could finish persuading him. Or possibly hours.
Up in the bedroom, Terry tilted the wine bottle to her lips and took a long swallow to brace herself. 'Okay, let's hear it, Sis,' she said.
Linda reached into the box and brought out the short lengths of nylon cord, then put the box aside.
'Get undressed.' Linda said softly, 'and lie face down on the bed with your arms and legs outspread, Terry.'
The eighteen-year-old's eyes widened. 'Me you nuts? Why would I do that?'
'Because if you don't, honey, you're on your way back to San Francisco, to Mom and Dad. You're out of this house tonight.'
Terry's face grew pale. 'I won't go home,' she blurted out. 'To hell with that – I'll run away.'
Smiling, Linda shrugged. 'That's up to you, honey. But how much money have you got? Where will you go by yourself? And how far will you get if the cops put out an all-points bulletin for you as a runaway? You won't even get outside the city limits and you know it, Terry.'
A weak, trembling sensation gripped Terry. Her nasty tough-act quickly faded at the thought of being locked up again. Team filled her eyes.
'Listen, Sis,' she whispered, 'don't throw me out. I can't go back to Mom and Dad, I'll go crazy there. Just let me stay here for a while longer… I'll behave myself, I really will.'
'You've got three choices,' Linda said in a low voice. 'Naked on the bed or back to San Francisco or out on the streets, where the cops will pick you up sooner or later. Make up your mind now.'
Tears stinging her eyes hotly, Terry began undressing with shaking fingers. Anything, anything was better than being locked up again. When she was stark naked, she lay down on the bed face down, stretching out her arms and legs. She bit her lip as Linda securely roped her wrists and ankles down to the bed supports. Terry fought back her tears. So she was going to be spanked for screwing her sister's husband – big deal!
She twisted her head around to see Linda undressing, and an, eerie shiver of excitement mingled with panic raced through her blood.
'What are you going to do?' she cried cult.
Linda didn't answer. Her eyes glowed urgently on Terry's soft, silken flesh, raking over her lusciously budding tits and adorable ass, a wild tingling shooting through her lips and tongue.
No wonder her husband had gone crazy screwing Terry. Even the brunette's tawny, feverish hot body couldn't compare to her little sister's. Her golden ass was so cute it was dimpled. Linda felt a sharp throbbing in her cunt as she went over to the bed and climbed on top of Terry's trembling flesh. She moaned lewdly as she crushed her tits into her sister's satiny back. She undulated her dripping pussy onto Terry's plump little ass and seized her hot tits in her fingers, tenderly squeezing and loving.
'Stop it!' Terry hissed, wrenching at her bonds desperately. 'You Goddamn pervert! Why are you doing this? Stop it or I'll scream!'
