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http://www.incesttabooo.com/helpwife.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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