were tonight.' He rolled his eyes heavenward and sighed. 'You've got my kind of hot little cunt baby… and I've got all the cock you could ever ask for.'
Lisa gasped at the purposefully shocking language he was using, and then stood up abruptly, moving angrily toward the window. 'There is no need to talk like that,' she said staring out at the moonlit sea.
'Oh, dear… such a sweet little innocent… bitch…'
Lisa whirled to face Don Carpenter, stunned and totally confused by the abrupt change of manner.
'You're not going to play Shirley Temple with me, baby… not for a minute. You loved every minute of what happened tonight, just like I knew you would… and now you…'
'Like you knew I would?' Lisa repeated, a sudden chill growing in her breast.
Don paused, looking up at her, and then his face broke into a large, confident grin.
'That's right, sugar,' he said with sadistically quiet emphasis. 'Like I knew you would.' He watched as Lisa sank back down on the bed, dumbfounded, not knowing what to make of his surprising revelation. He saw her small mouth working helplessly around the unspeakable question. 'How did I know? Very simple. I could tell you hadn't been getting any from your husband in a long time, but that was only enough to put you in the right frame of mind. You needed a little help to go all the way, and you swallowed some of that help just a few minutes ago.'
Don couldn't help laughing out loud as Lisa's eyes slowly left his, and came to rest on the mound between her thighs, which was once again beginning to tingle with excitement.
'Yes, my sexy little neighbor, those wonderful, wonderful white pills…'
Lisa gasped audibly as she suddenly realized what Don had done to her…
'You… you… bastard!' she cried out. 'Get out! Get out of my house… get out…' she was almost hysterical.
Don ignored her spluttering and calmly reached over to pour himself a refill of the Bloody Mary, and used it to wash one of the white pills down his own throat.
'Now calm down, darling,' he finally said. 'Calm down…'
Don looked at his neighbor's distraught young wife, at the sexy swirls of her long blonde hair as it tumbled in alluring disarray across her perspiring forehead, at her heaving breasts and turgid nipples so clearly outlined under the thin material of her dress, and smiled.
'I wouldn't grin if I were you,' she told him. 'Because I'm going to tell Charles… I'm going to tell him everything…'
'I wouldn't do that if I were you,' Don said.
'And why not?' she asked, feeling more confident having made the decision to confess.
'I don't think you'll tell him because if you do… I can see that he winds up on the street chasing ambulances for a living…'
'How could you… you're just bragging now, you phony…'
'Oh really… let me tell you something… Farley Greendawn owes me a favor… a big favor… and Farley Greendawn owns your husband right now. One word from me and his entire career will go up in a thin puff of smoke.'
Lisa felt the room swirl just momentarily as she heard Don Carpenter's words, and tried desperately to compose her face into some semblance of control. But she was trapped and there was no way to hide it. Her world was tumbling down on top of her like a fallen fortress whose walls had been demolished by a tremendous onslaught of cannon fire. Fear was building in her, but so was another unexplained emotion. For the first time in her life she knew that she was completely at another person's mercy, and she was surprised to find that she wasn't as frightened of that fact as by the uncertainty that life now held for her.
'Do you still want to tell Charles, darling…? How would it feel to move from Bel-Air to a crummy rent- controlled apartment in New York.'
'Don…' she started to argue with him, but knew there were no words that would change his mind. 'What about Rachel? She'll find out sooner or later.'
'You still don't see the whole picture, honey.' Don laughed. 'Rachel and I have no secrets, my pet. And the only thing she's studying tonight are the contours of some young stud's body. She's at an orgy in Topanga.'
Lisa sat motionless as her neighbor lowered himself to the couch beside her. To her horror she also felt a familiar tingling between her locked thighs, a tingling she knew now had come only from the insidious pill she'd been given.
Don continued. 'I'm going to see a lot more of you, starting now.'
'What do you mean?' the distraught young woman asked, between the soft sobs that were beginning to come from her throat. The shock she had suffered, realizing that he was not the kind of man she had thought, still clouded her mental senses and she could not quite grasp what he wanted.
'You're not stupid, Lisa. Figure it out for yourself.'
'You don't mean that you expect this affair to continue…'
'Precisely. You enjoyed it as much as I did… maybe more. We can continue for as long as its good with no trouble from your husband… You're trembling… you're afraid?'
Lisa could not answer. Her voice caught in her throat, and though the room was quite warm, she shivered all over with tiny chills. It might have been easier for her if she hadn't already submitted to this horrible monster once. But the thought of making love with him a second time moved another uncontrollable shudder through her helpless body.
'I want some more of that tight little pussy of yours, baby, and right now,' Don said, grinning lewdly and looking down at Lisa's unconsciously exposed knees. 'We're going upstairs… to bed… I don't want to waste those pills.'
Lisa recoiled at his words, realizing fully for the first time what he was saying. She had really been drugged by a man with no scruples whatsoever!
All of this had been so premeditated that every detail had been taken care of. Lisa realized that more than a victim of circumstance, she had become a victim of drugs, horrible drugs that took her control away. Aware of the cause, she now knew why everything had gone into slow motion the whole evening. She knew why his touch had been so satisfying earlier, so intriguing.
'Let's go,' Don continued. 'I don't like to waste time. We're going to screw in your husband's bed. Won't you like that? I'm going to fuck you like you've never had it before, and you won't stop begging for it until you can't take anymore!'
Again the deliberate coarseness of his words caused Lisa to gasp, and yet she knew at the same time that he had a hold on her she couldn't possibly break out of. If she didn't give in to his obscene desires, she knew that he could and would, use his hold over Farley Greendawn to ruin Charles' career. So that while Lisa had no choice but to give herself to her lustfully scheming neighbor in order to protect her husband, she knew full well that it might be to no avail: of course, Charles might somehow find out… Yet there was nothing she could do! She had to submit to Don Carpenter on the chance that Charles would not discover them.
Lisa was helpless as Don pulled her from the bed, turned her around, and unfastened the back of her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Her panties came next, and now she was completely naked as the flaming warmth of the fire licked over the sensitive nerve-endings of her skin like some evil tongue of the devil of lust. Her soft-ripe nipples rose quickly at the sudden exposure to the air, but she stared straight ahead as in a trance as he surveyed her luscious body. In spite of her immobility, she couldn't ignore the unwanted feelings of arousal that were being born of the horrible drug she had unwittingly taken, and she seemed to sense the physical presence of her neighbor's eyes as they traveled over the smooth tanners of her nakedly exposed body, looking searchingly for flaws that they would not find.
Don undressed himself as she stood a few feet from him, his huge penis stiffening now, and swaying lewdly as he stepped toward her. That was the massive organ which had given her so much before, she thought dazedly. A faint dampness began to saved in her velvet-soft vagina, moistening the dark warm passage and softening the already trembling lips of her silken cunt.
'In the bedroom,' Don commanded, and Lisa felt her body obeying mechanically. With all the willpower that she could muster, she tried to stop her legs from moving, but it was no use. Each step was as if she were walking on a cloud, moving in a dream world, floating with every motion. Then she moaned when, in an almost comical gesture, he bent forward and kissed the silken hair on her softly trembling pubic mound. The heat of his lips
