agony and unutterable grief while still they stuffed twin cocks into her, and then abruptly Harry Riggs's eight-inch weapon came out of her ass with a thuck like the exit of a stopper from a bottle of sparkling wine. There was another thud behind her and then she saw the red-haired man's face come up out of her tits looking startled. Before Paula realized what was happening a fist with something blurry in it whizzed past her face and immediately she felt the red-haired man's hard-on undergo a drastic change even in the instant before its owner fell back from her, eyes blank with surprise and shock.
Paula had sense enough to faint.
When she came to Smart-ass was cleaning her up in the shower, treating her with surprising gentleness for so large a man. He had propped her up until she clung limply to the shower head while he douched the fruits of love from her still-tingling cunt. Wordlessly, he refilled the douche and gave her an enema which elicited a brown stream of come and other matter from her ass.
Paula was beginning to settle back down to earth, aware of her mortifying position. My god-Smart-ass of all people! She had been competing with him ever since law school-ever since his first attempts at seduction had gradually devolved into a good-humored game between them. And now he was wordlessly washing another man's come out of her asshole!
'I should've guessed something was wrong when you wouldn't even answer the other phone,' he muttered. 'Sorry I couldn't get here sooner.'
There being nothing to say, Paula didn't.
He finished rinsing her off and turned off the water. He toweled her off gently, and guided her into her bedroom where he sat her before her mirror and handed her comb and hair dryer. 'I'm afraid that part's a little beyond me,' he said. Dazedly, she saw him go out into the front room and begin straightening up. She wondered what had happened to the two felons who'd been raping her. Smart-ass, she supposed, must have used his garage door opener just as Harry Riggs had.
'There are twenty reporters and newsmen outside,' Smart-ass was saying to somebody in the front room. 'And it'd make any one of their careers to be able to film you two bastards being lynched-preferably with a hot kerosene preliminary. On the other hand, I have a client who doesn't need publicity so we're willing to trade you miserable motherfuckers your lives in return for silence.'
Paula turned off the hair dryer and listened in awe as Smart-ass, with a few well-chosen words, salvaged her honor and her career.
'Now get this clear, you abysmal assholes, you came here to surrender to your parole officer and to confess to twenty-seven breakings and enterings over the last sixty days. For this your paroles are revoked and you'll get another seven to ten in the joint.' Pausing for emphasis, Smart-ass continued, 'Just remember-one single hint of what you really did to my client and you'll not just end up in the joint. You'll die there. I've got thirty-four convicted clients up there all waiting for a chance to kiss ass and do me a favor. Do you motherless creeps understand me loud and clear?'
'Yes sir!' the rapists chorused.
'All right,' Smart-ass growled, 'Now get on your feet and start cleaning up the mess you've made. I want this house spotless before the TV people get here.'
Bemusedly, Paula turned her hair dryer back on. She managed mechanically to get dressed, get her hair back into its usual taut chignon and, was it her imagination or did she really seem younger, less tense, with fewer worry lines?
She was still so exhausted it was difficult to stand without swaying. Once more ever-resourceful Smart-ass gave her a pill and half a cup of old coffee to wash it down. 'Going to be one hell of a letdown in an hour or two,' he warned her, 'But this'll get you through the worst of it. Oh by the way, I took the liberty of hinting to Hizzonner that I might be representing you on behalf of the whole fucking bar association and when last heard of Hizzonner and his brother-in-law were collectively urinating little green gherkins. If anybody offers a settlement, just keep mum.'
While a pair of chastened felons, their cocks now shrunken and inside their pants, moped about cleaning up the kitchen and vacuuming the rug, Smartass coached her on the fine points of the charade they were about to play for the TV and newspapers.
'Business as usual,' Smart-ass advised her. 'While everybody else has been having a field day you've been working your ass off-oops, sorry,' he amended. 'You've been tirelessly performing your duties and, thanks to your ability to empathize with unfortunate clients, you've coaxed repentance and confessions from two hardened criminals and single-handedly ended a crime wave.'
'But what if it goes right on?' Paula asked.
'It won't. I know who's ripping off the neighborhood. I'll tell them, through proper channels of course, that it's time for a vacation.'
'You know who it is?' Paula echoed.
'Don't you?' Smart-ass sneered. 'It's Hizzonner's goddam greedy cops out moonlighting. If they know I know-and if they know I've got enough evidence locked up in safe places-maybe this 'confession' will be enough of a signal for them to cool it for a while, maybe even long enough to unelect Hizzonner and turn crooked government back to amateurs for a while.'
And thus it came about that Paula, clad in tailored pants suit and tight blond chignon, sat at her desk with two phones still ringing spasmodically, sat there and gave an idiotic business-as-usual interview which, thanks to the confession of two felons, didn't even get around to touching on her involuntary strip tease this morning in City Hall.
She gave the interview sitting down because she was sore in every joint-sore especially in the joints around her tortured ass, and she was barely able to move.
'Omnis animal post coitum triste,' Smart-ass quoted when the last reporter and the last cameraman had left her house, shortly after the last cop had exited with a handcuffed Harry Riggs and a handcuffed red-headed man whose name she never had caught.
'I know all animals are sad after coitus,' Paula said tiredly, 'But why does nobody ever finish that quote?'
'Sed gallus qui cantat,' Smart-ass continued, 'Except the rooster who crows.' He studied her for a long moment, then without speaking, got up and rummaged through her kitchen.
After a moment he found whiskey and the makings for a couple of respectable drinks. He handed one to Paula and they sat drinking in silent companionship. For once Smart-ass had nothing smart to say. Probably, Paula supposed, because she was down so far that there was no more fun in kicking her.
She had never been a boozer and now the drink on top of the pill on top of an afternoon of multiple rapes was getting to her. Dimly, she sensed Smartass taking the glass from her hands and then he was leading her to bed. He was undressing her and tucking her in. She felt his kiss and then she was asleep.
CHAPTER 18
Paula awoke with a jerk. Jesus, now what? It was dark and she had no idea what time of night it was. She tried to figure out what had awakened her and then her thrashing legs encountered another pair of legs in her bed. She was reaching for the light when she heard Smart-ass's sleepy voice. 'Relax,' he said, 'It's only me, your counsel and protector.'
'What're you doing here?' Paula hissed.
'Sleeping here until you either get a decent lock on that garage door or else come to your senses and move out of this cruddy neighborhood.'
'Oh?' Paula asked in a fishy tone. 'Then what's that thing you've got poking me in the back?'
'Ah, so you've noticed.'
Paula really hadn't. It was just the first thing that had sprung into her mind when she realized that after twelve years of fending him off, Smart-ass had finally wrangled his way into her liberated bedstead.
Abruptly, she was also aware of several other things, that Smart-ass had been remarkably persistent in his pursuit, and that now she had probably just blown her last chance. After the way he had seen her sandwiched between two cocks, after the way he had cleaned her up like some victim of a natural catastrophe…
They lay side by side, silent in the darkness, in the same bed. 'There are good points in everything,' Smart-
