“Jeffrey, what if the O’Brien girl makes the same connection between Taverton and Lowe?”
“She won’t,” Jeffrey said. “And don’t use names. You should know better. We have it under control. Don’t panic. As long as we keep our cool, we’re fine. Got it? I have to go, I have another major donor meeting and I don’t want to be late.”
He hung up before Hamilton could protest.
“Spread your legs more,” he told Julie.
“Like this?” She bent her knees so they were flush against the couch, spreading her wet pink lips. He loved young, limber girls. Julie was twenty. Hardly jailbait. He was extra careful about that.
Jeffrey was also single, so adultery was not even in the picture. He had several high-profile “girlfriends” for the paparazzi, and it was well-known he was a bit of a playboy. But he used his easy charm and powerful charisma to parlay that into somewhat of a following. Women came to him for sex. He never had to go looking for it.
“Good.” His cock twitched. “When was the first time you fucked yourself?”
“I don’t remember.” She was growing a little flushed, but he sensed she was still nervous about being caught. That was part of the thrill.
“Take your fingers and push them in.”
“I’d rather have you do it.”
“I’m sure you would.” He took his cock out of his pants. He was semi-hard. “Like it?”
“You know I do.”
“Maybe I’ll let you suck it later. Go deeper.”
She inserted two fingers and pushed them deep inside her. What he really wanted was to watch Julie and another woman go at it, then take them each in turn. He liked having power over many women, having lots of choices.
But he had to be careful about that. The last time he’d gone too far into his fantasy he almost lost everything. Hamilton had to fix it. Jeffrey didn’t like having to call Hamilton in to fix anything because he held it over him forever.
He watched Julie and thought about a different blonde.
Another problem Hamilton had to fix.
Jeffrey had picked up the hitchhiker on Highway 80 on the California-Nevada border. He was on his way back from Reno where he’d lost fifty thousand and change. He was angry, at the casinos and the cheating blackjack dealers.
Fifty thousand. From the campaign. Fuck. He’d have to talk to Richie about how to replace it without anyone knowing. Richie was good at that kind of stuff.
He pulled over because she flashed a little leg. He needed a diversion. He rolled down the passenger window and she ran over. He didn’t unlock the door yet. “Hey,” she said.
“What’s your name?”
“Niki.”
“Where’re you going?”
“San Francisco.”
“I’ll take you as far as Sacramento.”
“Great.”
“What’ll you give me?”
She rolled her eyes, then smiled. “How about a blow job?”
“Deal.”
He drove forty minutes. They were still east of Auburn. “Let’s pull over here.”
“I’ll do it while you drive.”
“I don’t want to crash the car.”
“Oh, you really get into it.”
Yes, he did. And he knew what he really wanted from this cheap whore who offered him a blow job for a ride. Girls like Niki would do anything.
He turned off the highway, then made a couple turns and parked off the road among the redwood trees. Perfect. He unzipped his pants and his semi-hard dick popped out.
He looked at her. “It’s all yours.”
“I don’t think so.”
She had a gun in her hand. It was pointed at his lap. “You guys are all the same. You’ll do anything to have your cock sucked. Get out. You can hitch your way home. Maybe offer to eat out some lonely housewife.” She laughed.
No one, no girl, talked to him like that. No woman pulled a gun on him.
He opened the door slowly. Got out of the car, hand on the door. Niki slid over to the driver’s seat, grinning, like she’d bested him.
“Sorry, Jeff, you’ll learn not to pick up hitchhi-”
He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her out of the car. She screamed, and turned the gun toward him. He grabbed her wrist with his other hand and slammed it against the car. He disarmed her easily.
And if he had just hit her and left her, he wouldn’t have needed Hamilton to clean up his mess.
But Niki had promised him a blow job, and she was going to give him one.
He picked up the gun and pointed it at her head.
“I’ll take that blow job now. And you so much as nip me, I’ll blow your fucking head off.”
She was crying. Crying! The bitch had pulled a gun on him and she was crying because he’d taken it away? But she got down on her knees and took him in her mouth and he was happy. When he was hard, he pushed her away. “Take off your pants.”
“Please, don’t. Just go-”
“Now.”
She did. She looked pathetic with her shirt and jacket and a naked ass.
“All fours like the bitch you are.”
She complied. He almost wished she would fight him.
He knelt behind her and raped her. Rape? No, he didn’t think so. She’d offered her mouth, this was just another female hole.
He closed his eyes. He put the gun behind him, but said, “If you try to get away, I’ll break your neck.”
She didn’t try. She’d accepted the fact that she’d fucked with the wrong person.
He pushed down on her shoulders to get better leverage. She wasn’t very big, he realized. “How old are you?”
“Sixteen, you fucking pervert.”
“You started it.”
Sixteen. Perfect. He shouldn’t do this, this was forbidden. The forbidden excited him. He came much too quickly.
He withdrew, getting hard again. He’d take her twice. She owed him.
She jumped up. He reached for the gun and held it on her. She was sniffing, her eyes red, leaves in her hair. She pulled on her pants.
“Don’t,” he commanded.
“Leave me alone. Go away.”
“I’m not done.”
