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http://www.incesttabooo.com/helpwife01.html
A Helpful Wife
Chapter 1
"Tim! No, please don't!" Melanie Cartwright protested.
She struggled for a moment with his hand, pulling it with
hesitant force from beneath the top of her thin, low-cut
dress. Tim Cartwright resisted somewhat drunkenly, and
then let his hand be pushed limply away.
"Melanie, for God's sake!" the young man thickly hissed.
"We're married, aren't we? Jesus, you act like we were
still going steady."
"Oh, darling, it's not that," she moaned in a soft whisper
against him. "It's that we're in a public theater, that's
all."
"What's that got to do with it?" he growled in a low
voice.
"I mean... I mean, it's not even a drive-in! We can't...
we can't make a spectacle of ourselves in front of all the
others here. We're not teenagers any more, you know."
"Not by very much," he chuckled wetly against her ear. "I
bet you just don't want your new boss to see you necking,
right?"
Melanie flushed slightly, feeling her rosy cheeks flare
with heat in the darkened movie theater. "No," she
protested, "it's not that at all. Mr. Anderson is a
married man. He knows all about love." She dropped her
head to his shoulder and began to sigh gently, trying to
show her husband she wasn't such a prude as she sometimes
sounded. "We'll have plenty of time for loving later, when
we get home!"
"Think you can stand seeing sexy films like this every
night while I'm gone?" her husband, Tim, whispered
suggestively.
"You... you know I don't like them, Tim," she replied,
stiffening. "Besides, I'll be out in the lobby all the
time I'm working. Now hush and watch the movie. You're
the one who wanted to see it so badly."
"Yeah," Tim breathed huskily, looking back to the screen
with liquor-dulled eyes. "And man, it sure is a hot one,
isn't it?"
Melanie Cartwright didn't answer, again feeling a rapid
sensation of blood rushing to her face as she blushed with
embarrassment. She'd never seen one of these so-called
"art" films before, but avoided them by telling Tim that
she was not interested in the more lewd and prurient side
to love-making. But the curvaceous blonde wife, only
twenty years old and married just one month over two years,
had been continually urged by her handsome, twenty-two
year-old husband to at least try one before she dismissed
the whole idea. And her girl friends, those other young
wives and mothers who lived in the apartment-house complex
with her and Tim, always seemed to be talking in hushed
giggles about the candid versions of wild erotica which
their husbands were taking them to. In spite of her deeply
religious upbringing and her own ingrained sense of what
was decent and what was not, she couldn't help admitting
that she had been secretly curious about what such films
were like, titillated by their come-on newspaper ads.
Now, tonight, there had been no way of avoiding seeing one
such movie, even if she had desperately been against the
idea. For one thing, she hadn't been able to find the
proper words to argue after all the drinking they'd done
during dinner. Tim had taken her to a fancy restaurant
before coming here, and they had lingered over their tasty
food with different wines with every course, not to mention
the before and after cocktails. Tim had more to drink than
usual, and Melanie could see he was not very sober, but
she, too, was feeling the alcohol's effects to a marked
degree.
For a second reason, he had insisted that he wanted to go
here, and she didn't have the heart to turn him down, as
this would be Tim's last night with her for the next four
months. Her husband would be away from home and bed for
almost the coming third of a year, and of course Melanie
had wanted to make this the best possible going-away night
she possibly could. The reason her husband was leaving was
one of those minor tragedies that can strike young married
men "on their way up" who must sacrifice personal pleasure
momentarily for a more secure and richer future. There had
been many tears and even a few arguments ever since Tim had
told his wife of the necessary parting, but they both knew
that it would be best in the long run, a temporary parting
that would only make their marriage happier later.
Tim Cartwright had left his menial job as warehouseman at
McHugh Plumbing and Heating to join a new, progressive and
energetic firm of plumbing representatives, Flynn &
Associates. It was a real chance to make something out of
himself, Tim had told Melanie; perhaps the only chance he'd
have before he was twenty-five and most of the trainee
positions were being filled by younger graduates. But as a
new representative of many different plumbing
manufacturers, he had to go to New York City and start
learning a thousand different details at the parent office
of Flynn & Associates, and travel all over the country
visiting the multitude of factories for further teaching.
If Melanie could have gone with Tim to New York, there
would still have been frequent times when they would have
been apart. But a warehouseman doesn't make much money,
and there hadn't been the savings available to allow her
even that much. The sad fact was that there was hardly
enough money to buy Tim the new suits he needed and send
him to the other side of the nation. Melanie would have to
stay in California, in the small suburb of Greenridge, and
keep their tiny apartment for when Tim returned to his new
sales position in the area. Partially out of a desire to
keep her mind occupied and partially to help meet financial
ends, Melanie had taken a job.
The new job to which Tim had just referred was the second
reason they were at the movies tonight. Melanie had a high
school education, having married Tim almost the moment
she'd graduated. She didn't have the skills or the diploma
necessary for many of the positions that were offered, and
in a residential district such as Greenridge, there weren't
many openings for the few things she could do, such as
typing or filing.
Both Tim and she had felt very lucky that the Bijou Theater
in the small downtown shopping area had needed a girl to
take tickets and operate the candy and popcorn concession
in the lobby. The owner, Amos Anderson, had wanted
somebody to replace his wife, Sybil, from the chores, and
was most pleased that someone as smart and beautiful as
Melanie was available. Older women, he'd said to her, were
continually getting sick or baby-sitting their
grandchildren, and teenagers from school were eager, but
often irresponsible. Melanie was, as far as Amos Anderson
was concerned, the perfect combination, and he'd been glad
to allow her the few extra daysand nightswith her husband
until Tim left. But tomorrow evening she would be going to
work at the Bijou, and the theater was the leading movie
house for erotic, sex-oriented films...
After watching the picture, SINNING STUDENTS, for almost an
hour and a half tonight, Melanie was beginning to feel
slight twinges of doubt about whether she should have
agreed to see it with Tim. Or, for that matter, that she
should have taken the job at the Bijou at all, considering
the kind of movies they were showing! She had told her
husband the truth about working out in the lobby, closed
off from the images on the screen by the closed
swing-doorsbut still and all, just knowing this was the
type of films the customers were viewing would be a
shameful thought continually torturing her mind. The soft
mewling sounds coming from the other women in the audience
around her, and the grating noise of heavy deep breathing
from their male escorts was telling enough of the effects
such eroticism was having. She could see through the dim
light the vague shapes of other couples wrapped in tight
embraces around the darkened theater.
Her eyes glanced back to the screen just as the climactic
moments of SINNING STUDENTS were being unreeled in vivid
color. It was the age-old story of seduction behind the
stone walls of an exclusive girl's school. There had been
the usual scenes of teasing foreplay with different young
teenage girls, all of them beautiful in their youthful,
firm innocence, as they fought for all they were worth
against the perverse temptations that were continually
being forced upon them. Melanie had been watching a number
of scenes where one after the other of the girls were shown
in various stages of undress, with their budding, tautly
uplifted little breasts often filling the screen in larger
than life detail, or fleeting glimpses of their
hair-fringed pubic mounds and lithely rounded buttocks as
they nakedly displayed their nubile young bodies.
But now the wide-eyed wife was viewing the most lecherous
of the professors as he was thumbing through a book in his
small room. At first glance it appeared as though he were
reading it very quickly, but as the angle of the camera
turned, she could see that he had photographs secreted
between its pages. His eyes gleamed lasciviously as he
studied them, but the camera did not show them to the
avidly awaiting audience.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. He snapped the
book shut, looking up as the door opened and a young
brunette schoolgirl hesitantly entered. She couldn't have
been more than fifteen or sixteen, Melanie thought with
disbelief; where on earth had the film producers ever been
able to hire such sweet, innocent virgins as her? The
teenaged girl was dressed in the school uniform and carried
a set of books in her arms, and the dialogue was to the
effect that she wanted the teacher to help her with one of
the lessons. She didn't understand it, she said, and the
professor, a wicked gleam in his eyes, said he would be
more than glad to explain it better. She sat down and
shyly opened her book to the page from which he'd been
teaching that morning, and the sound track went over the
lesson, the professor inching around closer and closer to
the seemingly unsuspecting girl. Then the teacher
straightened, snapping his thumb, and said he'd forgotten
something that would make the lesson easier, and he excused
himself and left the room.
The girl sat erect in the chair, looking around the small
room nervously, biting her lip as if she felt a certain
danger just being there all alone. But after a few
moments, curiosity got the better of her fears, and she
reached across and took her tutor's book to check a figure
in her own studies. The camera showed the gasp of surprise
and the shocked expression on her face as she opened the
book and saw the pictures hidden inside. Her first
reaction was to close the book and slide it back across the
table, but then her innocent wonder took over again, and
she reopened the book, shuffling the photos with increasing
interest.
The pictures were on an angle to the camera and slightly
out of focus to give a tantalizing, erotic build-up, but
enough was shown so that Melanie could see that they were
pornographic pictures of a man and a woman nakedly entwined
in lewd sexual intercourse. The camera switched back to
the girl's face as a slow change from amazement to
wide-eyed excitement seemed to come over her emotions. The
stimulating effect the obscene pictures on her immature
mind was apparent, for Melanie could see her eyes slowly
dilate and the unmistakable smoky haze of passion begin to
flicker through them. The violin music began to grow as
she breathed harder and panted in a rhythmic excitement,
and she writhed with increasing passion on the chair. The
camera lowered to the floor and viewed upwards under the
table. The student girl pulled her skirt up slightly and
inserted her middle finger up under the tight leg band of
her flimsy nylon panties, gently stroking the barely hidden
crevice of her moistly parting vagina. A few curls of dark
pubic hair and occasional glimpses of soft pink flesh could
be seen glistening wetly as her slim inner thighs quivered
and her firmly rounded little buttocks undulated. She
slipped more of her finger deeper into her virginal young
pussy and rotated her hand faster and faster with
increasing arousal...
Melanie held her breath as she watched the school-girl
fingering herself on the screen. She had never in her life
seen anything like this, and was grateful for the
protective covering of the darkness around her.
It all looked so real and true-to-life that she couldn't
believe it was only being acted, and again she found
herself wondering where tender-aged girls could be gotten
to do such sordid things in front of a camera. Through a
lightheaded intoxicating haze of martinis and wine which
she'd had during a pre-movie dinner, she could feel her own
body begin to tingle in sympathy with the school girl on
the screen. She remembered lying in her own bed when she'd
been no older than this girl, and touching her private
parts with her own fingers to relieve the building force of
her flowering womanhood. That had been years ago, but
still she blushed slightly from the shame and guilt
flicking through her conscience, and she squirmed her own
buttocks nervously, feeling the soft edge of the seat brush
electrically against the tender swelling of her vagina.
She twitched from the unexpected shock the contact brought,
her breath quickening involuntarily.
Tim eagerly pulled Melanie close to him again, letting his
hand dangle gently over her shoulder. His fingers lightly
touched the tip of her breast, and he felt her jump
slightly from his fingertips, but he held her tighter,
pressing his hand gently against the softness of her
throbbing breast. The young husband was growing more
aroused by the second, and lewdly exciting images of the
things he would do to his luscious wife's soft body ran
through his mind. Man, tonight would be the last night for
at least three or four months with herand after watching
this hot sex film, he would turn Melanie every way but up,
and then maybe that way too. She had never liked different
variations because she thought them to be perversions, but
after tonight she'd know she had been fucked when he
finished with her, whether she liked it or not!
Up on the screen, a spasming look of horror came on the
school girl's face just as Tim Cartwright returned his
attention to the movie in front of him. The professor had
come back into the room unexpectedly and caught her finger
fucking herself with the pictures spread out on the table.
The man grabbed the young girl roughly and cursed her,
while she mewled and pleaded for forgiveness, but he
marched her over to his bed, obviously bent on punishing
her. He pulled her down over his knees and she kicked out
wildly behind her. Then he lifted her little skirt up over
the trembling moons of her fear-quaking buttocks and began
spanking her through the flimsy white panties with the palm
of his hand. The slappings were harsh and authentic
sounding as they came through the speaker, and the girl
screamed and kicked under his brutal spanking, her sleekly
naked thighs shivering piteously before each cruel blow.
While the teacher yelled at her to leave his private things
alone, the camera zoomed in on her flailing buttocks, where
he was slowly beginning to draw the white nylon panties
down over the delicious firmness of her reddened buttocks.
When her panties were all the way off and thrown to the
floor, the professor pushed the girl from his lap. She
knelt in front of him on the floor, tears of pain and
humiliation streaming from her eyes as she pleaded for
mercy and begged him not report her to the headmaster of
the school. The corrupting teacher's face shone with a
cruel glint then, and he outlined what she must do for him
if she didn't want to be expelled that very moment...
"Take your clothes off, my little peach. Strip and then
we'll do some of the lovely things you were looking at."
"No! No!" the sweet angelic voice cried back.
"Yes!" the insidious professor demanded. "Be quick about
it!"
Quaking with fear, the teenaged girl rose to her feet and
began to slowly remove the clothing from her budding young
body. The professor did the same, grinning satanically as
his pants dropped to the rug. His big, hardened penis was
just out of the range of the camera, but the whole audience
including Melanie knew it was no more than an inch past the
bottom of the screen. The girl stood naked in front of the
older man, her arms crossed futilely over her
well-developed, high-tipped breasts. The curly hair
covering the mound at the base of her tender white belly
was soft and sparse, and the tiny folds of flesh covering
the narrow slit of her pink vagina were plainly visible.
The teacher gleefully made her sit down on the edge of the
bed and spread her legs wide apart so that he could kneel
between them and see up between her parted thighs. He
reached forward and placed one thumb on either side of the
rounded hair-fringed lips of her pubic mound to splay their
tender flesh slowly apart. The camera zoomed in to expose
all of the moist pink valley of her tight young pussy, and
her gently throbbing clitoris could be seen just above the
puckered opening of her little cuntal hole...
Melanie gasped in increasing surprise, unable to believe
her eyes and ears. A tightening sensation was gripping the
pit of her stomach, and she blinked her eyes that were hazy
from the dinner drinks, trying to bring them into proper
focus and assure herself she was actually seeing correctly.
The horribly filthy movie was against every moral lesson
she had ever been taught, and she knew it was terribly
wrong to even be watching it! Yet instead of the absolute
revulsion she would have sworn she'd have felt, she was
experiencing a strange, light-fingering tingling deep up
between her own thighs, and tiny licking flames of unwanted
arousal burned through her raw nerve ends. Dear God, it
was lunacy to be sitting here at all, but she was
perversely enjoying it as well!
Her husband had pulled her so close against him now that
she could hardly move and during the excitement of watching
the young girl strip, he had inserted his hand down into
the bodice of her dress again. She could feel small
pinpricks of delicious sensations racing through the tips
of her naked breast as he rolled the hardening nipple
teasingly between his thumb and forefinger. The heat of
his breath seared her ear as he turned his head toward her
again and locked his lips wetly against her. She tried to
twist away, but the pressure of his hand and mouth were too
great for her to fight.
"Come on, Melanie," he whispered into her mouth. "Don't
start acting prudish again. Nobody can see us, and nobody
would care if they did."
She remained rigid for another moment, and then allowed
herself to go limp, knowing the futility of resisting his
savage strength. The thought crossed her mind that this
was the first time he had kissed her in a theater since
they'd been married, and she had almost forgotten the
forbidden thrill of what it was like. In spite of her
guard being up against letting any emotional display happen
in public, she could feel tiny butterfly-like sensations
flit increasingly through her stomach.
The now familiar voice of the professor came through the
speaker, piercing her mind even though she had her eyes
closed and her head turned away from the screen. "You want
me to play with you, my little dove?" Melanie heard the
voice lewdly ask.
"Oh, yes... Oh, please, yes! I want you to, Sir!"
Melanie sucked in her breath, her face flushing. She could
hear the sounds of heavy breathing and movement on the bed
and then: "How?" her teacher rasped excitedly.
"With your tongue, Sir! I want you to suck me like the man
is doing in the pictures you have."
"By damn, I will! Get up on the bed and spread your legs!"
The older man's voice came through with a guttural passion
she had never heard in her own love making with Tim. Her
face turned a still brighter crimson as her husband
continued to kiss her with hotly pressing lips and mouth,
and she heard another long delay in the voices and a more
intense movement of the bed. And then the voices returned:
"Ahhhhhhh," a high ecstatic sigh came. "Suck me, Sir!
Suck me harder and deeper; stick your tongue all the way up
my pussy!"
Tim Cartwright felt renewed passion surging through his
loins as he heard the girl moaning in the throes of
abandoned sex on the screen. He could feel his massively
erect penis jerking in the tightness of his pants and, as
he paused in kissing his wife, he was able to see a small
portion of Melanie's soft upper thigh as she squirmed in
her seat next to him. God, how he'd like to grab his wife
right that instant and throw his prick to her while they
listened and watched this wild sex movie! But he knew her
well enough to know that any advance like that would freeze
her up until she was colder than an igloo outhouse. He'd
have to somehow control himself until they got home: but
then, by God, he'd fuck her silly!
Tim withdrew his lips from her's and looked back at the
screen. "Hot damn, look at that!" he gasped heavily into
his young wife's ear, his hand tightening harder on her
softly warm breast.
Melanie turned her head slightly and caught the view of the
movie just as the young girl wrapped her hands in the older
man's thick black head of hair and pulled his face forward
with all her strength into the moist pink opening of her
loins. Her teacher's tongue was snaking out and swiping
across the throbbing flesh of her tender vagina, bringing
groans of lewd delight from her tightly clenching lips. He
teased the tiny bud of her clitoris for a moment with his
lips and then began to run his mouth up and down the full
length of the widely spread vaginal slit. Her hips
responded with slow hard grinding up against his face, and
she writhed and twisted like a belly dancer under the hotly
probing tongue. The girl was being turned into a raw
quivering mass of desire before the eyes of the movie
audience, contorted expressions of sensual joy clear to all
upon her passion-twisted face...
At the same time, the camera was able to view the
professor's hardened penis as it stuck out from between his
naked thighs while he knelt before the abandonedly writhing
girl. A ripple of sensation coursed through Melanie in
spite of herself as she pondered its giant size. It was
much bigger than Tim's, and she clasped her own legs
tighter together as she involuntarily wondered what it
would be like to have something that big sliding up between
her thighs. She glanced guiltily away from it, only to see
once again his thick tongue curling wetly up into the
swollen pink lips of the teenaged girl's eagerly spread
vagina. Melanie gasped at the obscene sight, having heard
about men doing this to women but never having thought the
sight of such a depraved act could excite her against her
will. And yet it was, and she could feel a building
moisture up between her tightly pressed thighs as the
emotions reflecting on the girl's face in the film
transmitted themselves to her own body.
Thoughts of her own nights of love-making fluttered
unconsciously into her mind as she watched the lewdly
sucking mouth on the screen. She could recall how early in
their marriage Tim had trailed his wet lips from her bare
breasts and down her naked skin in a similar attempt to go
lower and plant moist kisses on the soft flesh and satin
hair surrounding her defenseless vagina. She could vividly
remember how she had screamed for him to stop and then
sobbed that he was acting "evilly" as she had pulled him
back up over her. He had always taken her the normal,
"right" way after that, but without the fire he had shown
before, and she had always wondered why at the time.
Was this the reason? Was it really the kind of animal
things she was viewing in the movie now that it took to
please a man? Tim had ceased his attempt to force her into
such unnatural and debasing acts, but he had become
increasingly casual and indifferent in his love making. If
he'd been drinking as he'd been tonight, he could be almost
cruel and brutal with her, and occasionally he had actually
hurt her! She did have to admit that she was prudish in
certain respects, and that not once in the two years of her
marriage with Tim had she enjoyed sex like the girl in the
movie was obviously experiencing. Had she been kidding
herself what it should be like when two people make love?
The thought raced through her mind against her willwhat
should it be like? What would it be like? No... no...
such abnormal acts were wicked and that was all there was
to it...
"See her?" Tim said softly, nuzzling against her cheek.
"If you'd let me, I could do the same to you..."
"No!" his young wife protested, squirming away from his
still teasing fingers on her naked breast. "No, you know
that's not love, just raw sex! It... It's just not right
to do!"
She could feel the moisture begin again between her tightly
pressed thighs and she involuntarily ground her buttocks
harder against the seat to quiet the unwanted, lewd
stirrings she felt.
"But look at the girl's face," Tim continued wetly into her
ear. "She's letting the old professor screw her, now that
she's hot enough to go up in smoke. She's enjoying it!
She's enjoying everything the man's been doing to her.
Christ, honey, she's not holding herself back."
"Don't talk like that!" she hissed angrily as the word
screw excited her strangely against her will. "I'm not
frigid. You don't have to resort to those horrible things
to make a self-respecting woman like me happy."
But even as she argued with her husband, her eyes locked on
the view of the once innocent young girl on the bed with
her thighs spread wantonly apart and the older teacher
hunched down between them, his enormous penis sunk all the
way up between her uplifted legs. The camera angle showed
clearly his thick glistening hardness disappearing into the
soft, hair-lined folds of her widely stretched vagina. His
cock was in almost to its hilt, only a tiny inch of it
remaining in sight, wet and throbbing. The professor's
buttocks were flexing and hollowing rapidly as he drove
himself hard into the nakedly writhing young schoolgirl
beneath him. Her slim white legs were wrapped tightly
around his muscular body, her trim ankles locked in a lewd
death-grip over his perspiring back. His fleshy prick was
spearing into her virginal pussy like a steel rod, bringing
groans of indescribable joy bubbling from her moist full
lips. The girl's face was contorted in the most depraved
picture of pure raw lust Melanie had ever seen.
God, how she must feel, the aroused young wife heard
herself think. And I've never felt that way, I know it!
Melanie had never seen two people making love before and it
looked so strange to her. She wondered if this was the way
she and Tim looked, and the thought caused her to squirm
slightly and press her thighs together to hold down the
erotic fire mounting against her will deep in her loins.
Tim had dropped his hand to massage still more of her
aching left breast into further hardness beneath the
covering of her dress. She shuddered from his maddening
touch, feeling her breath coming in short, labored gasps
now. His lips were whispering moist entreaties into her
ear, using words she had told him repeatedly were wrong and
obscene, but which were now strangely exciting to her. In
rising passion, Melanie pressed her thighs together as
tight as she could to extinguish the sinful lusts growing
mercilessly up between her legs. She wasn't a
streetwalker, a common slut without pride or decency in
what she did, and Tim had no right treating her like she
was one especially on this last night that they'd be
together! She knew she had to leave the Bijou this very
instant or she would find herself in a situation with an
unsober husband she could not control! How embarrassing,
how utterly humiliating that would be, to have something
happen in front of her new employer!
"Tim!" she whispered on the verge of hysteria, pulling his
hand from inside her dress. "We must go! We must go right
now!"
"For Christ's sake," he snarled bitterly, "What's the
matter now?"
"I can't take any more of this... this awful movie!"
"You've got to be kidding!"
"I don't care I don't care, please take me home. Please
don't make a scene, Tim, not on our last night together,"
she quavered, tears suddenly filling her eyes."
"And if I don't go?" he sneered drunkenly, anger
smoldering in his glaring eyes.
"I'll... I'll go home by myself!"
"Gawd Almighty," Tim swore thickly, but he jerked his wife
angrily to her feet, reaching behind him to grab his own
coat. "Then let's get the hell out of here and home, so I
can have my little going away present." He snickered
obscenely as he thought about it. "Yeah... that'll be
better than watching a movie."
"Ohhhh, Tim!"
He shoved her through to the aisle, his rage still growing
inside him. "Don't 'Oh Tim' me, you wet blanket. I'm
telling you now, Melanie, that you'd better be good to me
tonight. Damned good, you hear?"
Melanie gave him a cold stare in answer and walked stiffly
up to the lobby, Tim trailing behind her. Out in the
lobby, the sudden glare of bright lights made her pause for
a moment, and then Tim caught her roughly by the arm.
"C'mon," he growled. "I'm hotter than a firecracker."
"Stop being so crude, Tim," she snapped waspishly at him.
"I ought to say goodnight to the Andersons. It's only
polite."
"Well, make it snappy, unless you want to be raped here in
the lobby."
Melanie was shocked and dismayed by the way her husband was
acting, afraid that it was because of the liquor and the
stimulation of the movie. The very way Tim was behaving
was reason enough for the young wife to believe such films
are wrong and should be censored, if not banned entirely.
Rigidly, she crossed towards the refreshment stand which
was against the back wall between the two sets of aisle
doors, self-pity and anger boiling through her. Oh God, no
telling what Tim would be like in bed considering the mood
he was in now! If only...
"Hello, Mrs. Cartwright," a warm, throaty voice said, "Are
you leaving?" It was Amos Anderson who was speaking to
her.
She blushed, stammering in reply: "Why... why yes, we are.
Tim has to get up early in the morning to catch his plane,
and..."
Anderson chuckled appreciatively. "I understand. You two
want to be alone, with more important things to do than
just seeing my old movie."
"Oh no, Mr. Anderson, we enjoyed it very much!"
"I'm glad you did," Anderson smiled, stroking one end of
his small, clipped mustache. "But please, call me Amos.
After all, we're working together now... Melanie."
"All... All right, Mr... I mean, Amos." She dimpled
prettily at the big man who was her new boss. She guessed
him to be about six-two, and around two hundred pounds.
His thick brown hair, lovingly rippled into waves, was long
over his ears and at the base of his neck. He had a wide,
handsome face, with a short nose above a heavy-lipped
mouth, a firm chin cut by a deep cleft and thick eyebrows
over small, pale brown eyes. To Melanie, the slightly
older man was awesomely masculine, so... well, she hadn't
been able to put her finger on it, other than he had seemed
to her from the first moment they'd met to be
overwhelmingly magnetic. In that respect, he reminded her
of Tim in a more mature way, of her husband's forceful and
pervasive huskiness, and an odd sort of tingling of animal
attraction had hit her in the pit of the stomach when she'd
been interviewed for the job ten days ago. Even now,
standing as they were in the lobby of his theater in a very
respectable manner, she found herself studying him with a
detached interest, not as a potential sex mateheaven forbid
the ideabut just as a very attractive and stimulating male.
Amos' wife, Sybil Anderson, came from behind the candy
stand where she'd been counting change and joined Melanie
and her husband. She had a throaty, purring voice that the
young wife had always associated with torch singers, like
Peggy Lee, and she thought the woman to be very attractive
in that same sensual way.
"So good of you to come on my last night," Sybil cooed in a
light-hearted manner. "I can't say I'll miss the job, not
after all the years I've spent standing behind there!"
"Well, I'm hoping I can do half the job you've done, Mrs.
Anderson," Melanie answered diplomatically. "I'll
certainly try."
"And you will, I'm sure you will," Sybil laughed
encouragingly. She had a rather narrow face, a straight
nose with a little flare at the nostrils, a generous red
mouth, long black lashes, and neatly plucked eyebrows. Her
hair was sleek and black and glossy, gathering fully around
her shoulders and down over her ripely rounded breasts.
She was wearing a pale blue dress with a white starched
collar peeking over the severe neckline. But she could
have been wearing a steel diving suit, and it still
wouldn't have held back the innate sexuality that exuded
like perfume from this provocative woman. Sybil was,
Melanie thought, the perfect mate for such a virile man as
Amos Anderson.
"Melanie!" Tim called out gruffly. "C'mon."
"Oh, I better be going," she said nervously, catching the
impatient look in her husband's eyes. "Goodnight, Amos?
and..."
"Sybil. Do call me Sybil."
"And Sybil. I'll be here at seven tomorrow night!"
"Be looking forward to it, my dear," Amos said genially and
shook her hand.
Melanie hurried back to her husband, biting her lower lip
with apprehension and embarrassment. She appreciated the
way Amos Anderson had not acted as if anything was amiss,
though it must have been clear as crystal that there was;
and he had been a gentleman the whole time, rather than
acting like a complete idiot as Tim was doing. A deep
sense of shame still pervaded her entire being at the way
Tim had been touching her so intimately only a few short
minutes before, and the way he was fidgeting around now as
though he were some stud bull unable to behave like a
civilized man. She had no desire to say another word to
him, and she just hoped that they would get out of here and
home before something worse occurred. At least at home
whatever happened would be privately between just them...
Behind them, and out of range of their hearing, Amos and
Sybil Anderson stood in the deserted lobby, admiring the
young couple as they left the theater. Amos turned to his
curvaceous wife, a sly little grin forming on his lips.
"I," he said lewdly, "am going to fuck that sweet girl."
"Amos, you're out of your mind," Sybil chided. "I don't
think you can con her into our bed short of raping her.
She's too young and naive, and only been married for a
couple of years."
"Sure, but did you catch that idiot she has for a husband?"
Amos chuckled suavely, patting his wife fondly on one firm
buttock. "Melanie's the kind who, when they fall, fall
hard. It'll be fun trying anyway, even if we don't
succeed."
"We?" Sybil asked with a glimmer in her bright eyes.
"Damned right. You, my love, are going to help me not only
get that girl, but mow her all the way down until she's
ready to be made a star."
"Ahhh, a new actress for our pictures!"
"We've many lovely creatures for our shows, but the ones
past twenty are all so common looking." Amos Anderson
sighed appreciatively.
"But that little bitch... ahh, she could make us a
fortune!"
"And you've got a plan... for us!"
"Uh-huh, but I'm not going to tell you until we get home.
Show's about due to end, and anyway, it'll do you good to
wait for the details."
"Why, you horrid tease! I think you're making this all
up!"
Amos laughed heartily, noting the anticipatory smirk on his
lovely wife's face. "Nope, I've got a plan, all right.
And my dear... when have you ever known me to fail?"
"Never," she had to admit, smiling. "Not even once..."
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