Call Girls
© By Morgan, 1991, 2001.  All Rights Reserved
Chapter 1
	Bob Gordon was shown to his suite by a bellman.  He felt like a limp dishrag — he was absolutely drained.  It was finished and now he had no idea what to do.  Bob had just completed negotiating and finally closing the sale of GorTech Enterprises.  It was a company he had founded and built into a well-publicized business success story.  Now, except for the very large certified check and a stock certificate in his briefcase he had nothing.  It was just sinking into his brain that GorTech had been his life.
	He still second-guessed his decision to sell out and bail out.  American Computer, the giant corporation that had bought his company, had offered him a very generous management contract to stay on to run it for them.  With performance incentives it could have added a large sum to the amount he had already received, but Bob had turned it down.  He didn’t think he would ever be able to run GorTech with other executives looking over his shoulder who would be able to second-guess his decisions.
	The bellman had done all of the usual things that Bob observed with half an eye and half an ear — checking the bathroom, turning on the television, and so forth.  Finally, he heard the familiar words, “Is there anything else I can get for you, Mr. Gordon?”
	Bob smiled to himself.  He respected the young man who had obviously paid attention in the hotel’s training classes.  A standard training exhortation, Bob knew, was always to address the guest by name.  Bob reached into his wallet, pulled out a fifty-dollar bill, and gave it to the young man.  He said, with a smile, “Thank you.  How are you fixed for tall blondes?”
	The bellman’s eyes widened as he realized the size of the tip.  He said, “Thank you, Mr. Gordon!  I’ll see what I can do.”  He quietly let himself out of the suite.  A moment later there was a knock on the door.  Bob opened it and found the bellman standing there with a bucket of ice.  “I thought you might like some ice, Mr. Gordon.”  He smiled and was gone again.
	Bob took the ice and took a bottle of Beefeater’s from his suitcase along with a tiny bottle of dry vermouth.  He made himself a very dry martini on the rocks and collapsed into an easy chair after turning off the television set.  It was Friday night.  Bob smiled to himself thinking about giving the bellman a fifty-dollar tip on a whim.  At virtually any commercial hotel weekends were dead.  About the only guests were couples taking advantage of the very common promotional weekend specials.  Bob thought about his present prospects with dismay.
	He was about to celebrate his thirty-third birthday.  Celebrate! he thought.  That’s a laugh.  Since finishing business school eight years earlier, his work had been his life.  Every waking hour — and even some hours in his sleep, it seemed — had been focused on GorTech.  He decided wryly there was some value in such single-minded focus.  At least the check in his briefcase was for $120 million.  But all he had to show for eight years of his life was that small piece of paper.  In addition, of course, there was his stock in the new parent company.
	Bob leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling.  He was six feet three inches tall and weighed just over 200 pounds.  He was in remarkably good physical condition although exercise was a catch-as-catch-can matter with him.  While he had blue eyes and sandy hair, he considered his appearance to be very ordinary.  However, he never noticed the speculative looks that women so often directed at him.
	He was about to drop off to sleep in his chair when there was a soft knock at the door.  He got up, opened the door, and then his jaw almost dropped.  Standing there was a beautiful blonde, the tall blonde he had so casually mentioned to the bellman.  She appeared to be five feet ten.  Being six feet three Bob usually looked down at women, but the top of this girl’s head came nearly to his eye level.  He opened the door wide and stepped back.  She walked into the suite ahead of him as he closed the door behind her.
	“Good evening,” she said, “I’m Jill.  The bellman said you were looking for a tall blonde.  Am I tall enough?”
	Bob looked at the girl and smiled to himself.  He replied, “You’ll do just fine.”
	Jill was exquisite.  Her hair was a golden blonde and she was still tanned even though it was nearly October.  Although her figure was very slim she appeared to have full breasts.  He wondered if it was her or some engineering in her bra.  Then he noticed her nipples protruding and decided she wasn’t wearing one.
	He escorted her into the sitting room and offered her a seat.  Bypassing the sofa she chose a small side chair with arms instead.  Sitting up straight in the chair, she looked at him attentively.  Bob decided he liked what he saw.  In spite of being a prostitute — a call girl? — she was dressed very conservatively.  She was wearing a very plain tailored skirt with a cashmere sweater.  Her only jewelry was a simple gold chain at her neck.  Bob decided the skirt was camel’s hair.  She had been carrying a matching jacket over her arm and had a brown leather clutch purse in her hand.  Her sweater was the same shade of emerald green as her eyes.
	“How much do you charge?” he asked.  In spite of all the traveling he had done on business, Bob had no experience with girls like this.  Nevertheless, he had seen enough of them in hotel bars over the years and had seen them approach other patrons.  None had ever approached him.  He watched the girl closely and saw her appear to redden.  She seemed uncomfortable with the business discussion.
	He found himself looking into her eyes.  She said in an almost defiant tone of voice, “Two hundred dollars for the night.”
	Bob looked at her steadily.  He was amused, particularly considering his earlier discouragement with his future prospects and his lack of other interests outside of GorTech.  And he no longer had any connection with it.  Taking his wallet from his hip pocket, he reached under a side flap and took out a folded bill which he passed over to Jill.  Still without looking at her he went to the closet and took out his checkbook from his jacket pocket.  Jill hadn’t looked at the folded bill in her hand.  She was watching Bob’s actions with a question in her eyes.  He returned to his chair, scribbled a check and passed it to her.
	She looked at the check and her eyes widened.  It was made out to cash in the amount of five thousand dollars.  She then looked at the bill and realized it was a thousand-dollar bill.  Jill’s jaw dropped.  “What is this!?” she asked.
	Bob looked at her very calmly and said, “I understand that you girls are in a cash business, although I hear there are some of you who do take credit cards.  I gave you a thousand dollars in cash for five days which gives you time to cash the check.  That takes care of thirty days, doesn’t it?”  He remained impassive as he watched a series of emotions race across her face.  Shock was obvious, but he thought he caught a hint of outrage for an instant as well.
	Finally she asked, “What am I supposed to do for this money?”
	Bob decided that it was already money well spent.  If nothing else, it was providing him with a great deal of amusement.  He looked at her impassively while he tried to analyze his behavior.  He had never done anything like this before in his life.  Maybe the money he had just received had gone to his head.  He quickly answered his mental question.  First, Jill didn’t look anything like a prostitute nor did she act, speak, or dress like one.  She could still be a call girl, though.  Some of them were reputedly very well-educated and very beautiful.  However, her price was much too low for her to be a call girl.  He had heard such girls went for five-hundred dollars a night and up.  Finally, there was her momentary hesitation when she had quoted a price to him.  She didn’t act like a girl who did this for a living — or did it at all, for that matter.
	Bob answered her question: “I expect you to sleep with me and provide the usual sexual services a prostitute like you provides.  There will be no rough stuff.  That is your business, isn’t it?”
	He watched the girl carefully.  In spite of trying to remain impassive, he saw her swallow hard and stiffen when he referred to her as a prostitute.  She sat up even straighter in her chair.  “Yes, it is, Mr. Gordon.  That will be satisfactory.  Are you ready to go to bed now?”
	“It’s too early, Jill, and I haven’t eaten dinner.  Have you?”
	“No, sir, I haven’t,” she replied.
	He picked up the phone and called the concièrge on the floor.  After identifying himself, he asked if she would make reservations for two in his name at the rooftop restaurant.  He was held on the line for a moment and then she came back to say that a table by the window would be ready for Mr. Gordon’s party of two as soon as they arrived.  He also took the opportunity to tell her there would be another person staying in the suite.  Bill asked Jill if she wanted to wash up and she just shook her head.  After excusing himself, he went into the bathroom, and then put his tie back on.  Moments later he returned to the sitting room.  Jill rose from her chair and they went out to the elevator.
	The maître d’hotel seated them at a table by the window with a view of the city.  As he expected, the hotel restaurant was very quiet on Friday night.  When the captain came to take their drink orders, Bob ordered a Beefeater martini on the rocks, very dry, for himself and a Perrier with a lime for Jill.
	The waiter left to attend to the drink order and Jill looked at him strangely.  “Why did you order Perrier for me?” she asked.
	“You look like the Perrier type.  Aren’t you?” he replied.
	“Of course, but...”
	“But I’m being a chauvinist to presume, is that it?”
	“Yes, and...”
	“Jill, I bought your body for the next thirty days.  At the end of that time you can do whatever you want to do.  In the meantime, it belongs to me.”
	“Are you saying I can’t have a drink for the next thirty days?” she asked, with shock noticeable in her voice.
	“Do you drink?” he asked.
	“Well...”
	“Jill, face facts.  You’re the original ‘white wine and Brie’ girl.  Incidentally, what do you really do for a living?  And how did the bellman find you?”
	The girl’s eyes widened.  She tried to bluff it out, and said, “Bellmen have lists of girls who...”
	“That may be so, Jill, but you aren’t on the list.”  Bob dropped the subject.  As he looked at her, he made a connection with her name.  He remembered reading a business exposé written by a freelance writer named Jill Peters.  In fact, as he thought more about it, he recalled seeing several.  It occurred to him that GorTech could be grist for the same mill.  He remembered there were several references in her articles that appeared to display significant inside knowledge.  It seemed quite likely Jill Peters had a method that required her to get very close to her subject company — physically close would work very well.  Bob decided to act on the assumption that the girl sitting across from him was the writer, Jill Peters.
	The waiter came up to take their order and Bob ordered for both of them.  He ordered grey sole for Jill broiled without butter.  He asked if the salad was prepared with organically-grown ingredients.  The waiter raised an eyebrow but replied that he didn’t think it was.  Bob smiled and said the grey sole alone would be enough.  For himself he ordered their largest sirloin steak, medium rare, a baked potato with sour cream and a salad with Roquefort dressing.  The waiter acknowledged the order and then disappeared toward the kitchen.
	Jill looked at him but didn’t say anything.  He took the opportunity to study her carefully.  Finally he said, “Jill, you don’t wear any makeup, do you?”  She appeared surprised but acknowledged that she didn’t.  “You’re a very lovely young woman,” Bob said softly.  “I am looking forward to seeing you naked when we’re back in the suite.” 
	He noticed that she recoiled when he said “naked” but quickly controlled her reaction.  Bob decided that he was deriving a perverse pleasure from keeping the girl off balance.  He added, “There won’t be any need for you to wear clothes in the suite, will there?  I assume that modesty isn’t a very powerful virtue in your profession.”  Again he saw her stiffen slightly.  “By the way, do you girls consider it a profession or a business?  I’ve always wondered.”
	This time she smiled.  Bob liked her smile.  She said, “I think of it as a profession.  I can’t speak for the other girls, though.”
	He continued his probe.  “A profession is normally considered to have a body of knowledge like law, or a set of skills like a surgeon’s.  What are your professional skills?”
	Just then the waiter brought their meals.  Bob asked Jill if she wanted anything else at that time.  She shook her head, no.  The waiter left and Bob returned to his former line of questioning.  “You were going to tell me what your professional body of knowledge is,” he reminded her.
	“I know how to make a man happy in bed.  I guess you would call it a skill,” she replied.
	They ate their meals in a rather tense silence.  He noticed that she ate every morsel of her sole and seemed to glance enviously at his steak.  He said, “Would you like to try some of my steak?  I don’t want you to eat anything that’s not good for you and it does have a lot of animal fat.”
	She nodded and gave him a quick smile.  After he cut off a piece of his steak and put it on her plate, he was amused as he watched her cut it into very small pieces and then eat one.
	As she started to chew he saw a look of bliss quickly pass over her face.  She looked at him and grinned saying, “I guess I had forgotten how wonderful a good steak can taste.  That is a very good steak.  Thank you!”  Although she appeared to be trying to restrain herself, she ate every morsel.
	After finishing their meal they returned to the suite.  While they were eating the suite had been tidied up and the bed turned down for the night.  It was a king-size bed and both sides were turned down.  Bob took off his tie as Jill watched.  Then he unbuttoned his shirt and stopped to watch her.  She unfastened her gold chain and carefully put it on the dresser.  Then she slipped off her skirt and hung it in the closet with her jacket.  Stepping out of her shoes, she put them away in the closet, too.  Her figure was magnificent.  Bob decided that clearly she was not a slob.  Then she slipped the sweater over her head and stood there looking at him while wearing only her bikini.  Jill was exquisite.  Since she wore no brassiere he could see that her bare breasts were beautiful — full and firm.  As he looked at them he could see her small pink nipples start to stiffen.  Jill looked at him and said softly, “Do you approve?”
	“Jill, you’re beautiful.  What about the rest?”  She slipped her bikini down over her slim hips exposing a small dense patch of golden pubic hair.  Daintily she stepped out of them and stooped quickly to pick them up.  Then she stood with one leg slightly in front of the other in a model’s pose with her shoulders back and her head up straight after quickly running her fingers through her hair to erase the very slight damage done by removing the sweater.  Her hair was full-bodied and slightly wavy, worn somewhat shorter than shoulder length.  Looking up, she just watched him with her beautiful green eyes.
	“Jill, why don’t you wash up?  I think you’ll find everything you need in the bathroom.  I asked them to send some things up for you.”  When she went into the bathroom, he quickly removed his clothes, got into the bed and waited.  A few moments later she emerged from the bathroom and got into the bed.  As soon as she drew back the covers he caught a wonderful scent.  It was the smell of her own clean body enhanced with musk oil, Bob suspected.  Bob reached for her and she came over to him on the bed.  He put his arms around her and kissed her.  As he did, he remembered hearing that prostitutes never kissed the johns.  Nevertheless, she returned his kiss with one that was sweet and remarkably tender.  As he started to run his fingers very lightly and gently over her body, he was quickly rewarded with quiet sounds of contentment coming from deep inside her.
	Jill raised her head and surprisingly said, “Thank you, Bob.  That feels so good!  What would you like me to do for you now?”
	Instead of replying, he just continued to stroke her body softly while pulling her closer to him.  Since she was now lying face down on top of him, he reached down and stroked her flanks.  Her ass was silken and her buns were small and very firm.  As he caressed them gently, he heard her continue to make those deep sounds.
	Smiling at him, she started to move her breasts across his hairy chest.  She murmured, “I love a hairy chest!  It allows me to do this.”  The friction of her nipples against the hair on his chest caused her nipples to harden like tiny pebbles.  She smiled as she continued to move them over his chest.
	Then to his surprise, she pulled herself up and kissed him softly.  Bob was now certain that Jill — whatever she was — was not a prostitute.  Her lips felt wonderful against his.  Then he felt her tongue dart out like a little snake into his mouth.  Bob decided her kiss was wonderful, and he responded strongly.
	She stopped and pushed away slightly.  “What would you like me to do now, Mr. Gordon?”
	Smiling softly he whispered, “Two things.  First, please call me Bob.  Second, will you go down on me?”
	He saw her eyes widen for an instant.  Then she smiled and said, “Of course, Bob.”
	She slid down on the bed and took his magnificent cock in her hand.  He looked at her and was intrigued.  First, she very gently handled his cock and his balls.  Then her right hand cradled his scrotum gently as if she were weighing it.  With her left hand she very gently stroked the length of his cock, finally reaching its pink head.  When her fingers reached its end she saw a drop of juice appear on the tip.  She caught it on a finger and daintily licked it, then smiled warmly.  “It tastes good.  I assume you want me to take you in my mouth?”
	Bob just nodded and watched.  She moved her head over it and started to lick it like an ice cream cone.  Finally, she shaped her mouth over it and took it inside.  The sensation he felt was marvelous as she started to move her head up and down on his shaft.  Then she changed positions to be better able to take in his entire length.
	Meanwhile, Bob watched her with interest.  He would have sworn she had no prior experience doing what she was doing, but she appeared to be figuring things out as she went along.  At the same time, it felt wonderful and Jill seemed to be enjoying it.  He continued to stroke her small bottom.  When he moved his hand between her legs, she spread them wide to allow him easier access to her.  Even though she was busy with his cock, she drew her legs up under her, raising her pelvis from the bed to give him easy access to her cunt.  He ran his finger up her slit and heard her moan with pleasure as he did.  His finger entered her and found that her tiny sentinel was now fully erect.  He gently manipulated it between two of his fingers and heard her groans of pleasure.  She had not slowed down, though.  Her head was moving up and down, faster and faster.  Using her lips, tongue, cheeks, and even her throat, she was simulating a vagina.
	Bob could feel that he was close to cuming in her mouth.  While he continued to stimulate her clitoris he moved his thumb up into her vagina.  Amazingly, she began to move her pelvis up and down to help him.  Then he let go and jets of semen shot into her mouth.  He could see Jill breathing quickly through her nose as she concentrated on swallowing as much as she could.  His finger moved faster and faster and then she let go, flooding his hand with her syrup.
	She lifted her head and looked at his cock, now starting to soften.  Carefully, she licked up a few stray drops.  Then she let herself collapse so her head was resting on his belly as she looked up at him.  His hand was now trapped by the weight of her body on top of it.  She smiled up at him with her face resting on his body.  “Was that okay?  Did you enjoy it?”
	He reached down and took her under her arms and pulled her up on the bed beside him.  He was surprised as she formed her body to his.  Jill snuggled as close to him as she could get with her head resting on his shoulder, then she turned her head and moved up higher on the bed to kiss him.  Bob loved the sensation as again her breasts stabbed his chest with their nipples.  As he kissed her and ran his tongue into her mouth, he could taste the salt of his own cum.  Jill wrapped her arm around his neck and held him tightly.  The kiss was wonderful.  Bob would have sworn that he actually heard bells and could feel electricity flowing between them.
	Then Bob went back to stroking her body.  As he looked at it in the light of the bed lamps, he realized it was essentially perfect.  He began running his finger tips very lightly over her breasts.  Caressing her nipples caused them to harden as his finger moved over them.  He glanced over and saw that her eyes were closed and she had a beautiful little smile on her lips as she just savored the sensation.  “Does that feel good?” he whispered.
	“Delicious!” she replied with her eyes still closed.  The left side of her body was snuggled against his.  Moving her left hand over, she felt for his massive sex which was now in a semi-flaccid state.  As he caressed her, she began gently to caress him.  He could hear those wonderfully warm, contented sounds coming from deep in her throat.  Soon his cock was again fully erect.
	He moved his hand lower on her body and found her warm slit.  One of his fingers slid into her vagina, still soaking wet from her cum, and took some of her wetness on his finger tip.  He began gently stroking her slit and finally concentrated on her clit.  Jill kept her left leg close against his, but moved her right leg wide to open herself up to him.  As he continued, he could hear the sounds she was making change to those of sexual excitement.  Although her eyes were still closed, Bob moved.  Going to his knees, he knelt between her legs and then sat back on his heels.
	Jill’s eyes opened and he saw an exquisite warmth and tenderness in them.  “Are you ready?” she whispered.  “I’m about to be washed away!”
	He smiled back at her and leaned forward.  She raised her hips and wrapped her beautiful long legs around his hips.  With her right hand she guided his cock to the mouth of her vagina and helped him ease its head into her sopping wet cavity.  Again her eyes closed as she savored the sensation.  Bob moved forward and felt his cock penetrate her body.
	Even though he was now certain that Jill was not a prostitute, he was surprised at how tight she was inside.  In spite of her vagina being soaked with her wetness, her cunt was like a very tight, wet glove.  He decided she had very little prior sexual experience.  As clearly, though, she desperately wanted him inside her and was anxious to do anything possible to make his entry easier.  Bob eased in and then pulled back a bit.  He was watching her face as he moved.  When he pulled back he saw a flash of disappointment cross her face.  Then he moved back in, going deeper than before.  Her face relaxed for an instant, then reflected her concentration as she focused her efforts on getting him fully inside herself.
	Bob was really very inexperienced with women and in a vague way, he now realized he almost wanted Jill to be a prostitute.  He wanted to be with a girl who could coach him.  She wasn’t experienced, but she did want him.  While he continued moving in and then out of the tight wet glove, Jill used her legs wrapped around his hips to pull him even deeper inside her.  Finally, he was in to his full length and paused.
	The girl smiled up at him and murmured, “You’re very large, Bob.  I didn’t think you could get inside me without ripping me in half.  Now it feels so good!”  As she spoke he could feel her alternately tightening and relaxing her vaginal muscles to massage the weapon trapped inside her.  It felt marvelous!  “May I try something?” she whispered.  Bob agreed instantly.  She swung her legs out from around his hips, raised them up from the bed, and loosely linked her ankles around his neck.  This raised her pelvis and allowed him the deepest possible penetration.  Again, he saw the very warm smile as she whispered, “You feel like you’re penetrating to my stomach.  It feels so great!”
	He began to move slowly in and out.  After a few strokes, he set up a rhythm.  Working together with her, he withdrew until the head of his cock was almost out, then he moved forward in the longest possible stroke until he was fully embedded in her.  Then he felt her pelvis start to move with an accelerating life of its own.  Involuntary sounds were coming from deep in her body.  Suddenly, her hips shook as she had a small orgasm.  Bob stopped and waited for her to regain control.  When she did, he started moving in her again.
	He kept it up for what seemed like hours with his cock moving back and forth in her body.  He tried to focus his mind on inconsequential things to keep from releasing too soon.  He took her up to five orgasms at least — he had lost count — each more powerful than the one before.  Now when she came, he could see her head flop back and forth.  Sweat was flowing from her body and he could see her muscles stand out from the strain.  Bob just kept it up.  When their lovemaking had begun, it was obvious Jill was thinking about what she was doing and should do.  Increasingly, her movements became involuntary.  Now she was just moving as a part of him.  As he ran his fingers over her body, her heightened sensitivity caused her to scream with ecstasy.
	Finally, Bob could control himself no longer.  He moved in her faster and faster and could hear her screams coming in tempo with his movements.  His loins hit her bottom as he achieved full penetration.  Then, with a loud involuntary scream she had a massive orgasm.  It was as if every muscle in her body went into spasm.  Even her golden hair was now dark with her sweat.  She came with her pelvis moving by itself, taking him with her.  He could feel his balls empty into her with a tremendous feeling of release, while her vagina contracted spasmodically to squeeze out the last drops from his cock.  He could feel their combined fluids flowing around his cock, over their legs and onto the bed.  Jill screamed again and lost consciousness.

Chapter 2
	In the morning, Jill Peters awakened as the room was just beginning to lighten with the sun shining behind the drapes.  She found herself with her head on a man’s shoulder while his hand was cupping her breast.  Her right hand was over his, holding it in position while her left hand was cupped over his prick and balls.  She was frightened for a moment as she tried to remember what had happened.  Then it all came back.  She was in bed with Bob Gordon.  The last thing she could recall from the previous night was a total loss of control.  She had been flopping like a rag doll with her body moving by itself.  Then there had been an exquisite sensation for an instant followed by — nothing.  Jill realized she must have lost consciousness.  She moved her body a tiny bit and felt damp.  Then she remembered that she had been sweating so much she must have soaked the bed.  She felt completely satiated.
	Then she used her left hand, now lying on Bob’s prick, to give his member a tiny squeeze.  Carefully, she turned her head to look at his face.  As she did, she felt her breast being squeezed gently in return.  Seeing Bob’s brilliant blue eyes looking at her, she smiled and whispered, “Thank you, Bob.  I didn’t realize sex could ever be that good.”
	Bob looked down at the girl in his arms.  He was puzzled and vaguely upset.  Things weren’t following the little script he had outlined in his mind.  He saw her lovely green eyes looking at him.  At the same time he realized how beautiful she looked even though she had been awake for only an instant.  He smiled warmly as he saw that her hair still appeared damp and its natural wave was more pronounced.  When he moved his head in her direction, her face came up to his for a kiss that was soft and warm and wonderful.
	Meanwhile her hand had been moving on his prick.  He was astonished to find that his cock was now fully erect again.  After the night before, he didn’t think it would ever get hard again.  As he rolled over on top of her she spread her legs wide to welcome him.  After she placed his cock at the entrance to her cunt, he eased it gently into her.  Her cunt was as tight as he remembered.  It hadn’t been a dream.
	Smiling down at her, he moved slowly in and out.  He was rewarded by an equally warm smile from her as she instantly picked up his tempo and timed her movements to his.  This morning it was as quiet and unhurried as the previous night had been rough and frenzied.  He could feel her body rising rapidly to reach a crest.  Following a series of small orgasms her loins shuddered and took him over the brink — again he flooded her with his cum mixing with her own.
	Bob collapsed on top of her with his cock still inside her while he gently kissed her lips.  He couldn’t understand it.  Her lips were still fresh and warm and wonderful.  He could feel her vagina continue to pulsate as it squeezed the last drops of cum from his now-relaxing cock.  Now her arms were around him and he could feel her fingertips moving on his back like feathers.  Gently, he withdrew his cock and lay beside her.  In what seemed to be an automatic reaction, his arm was again around her and his hand was cupping her magnificent breast.  Her hand was over his while her other hand was again over his sex, now wet with the mixture of their juices.  It was obvious that Jill didn’t mind his wetness at all.  And then in moments they were asleep again.
	Later, he opened his eyes and looked down at the girl beside him.  He gently squeezed her breast and instantly her eyes opened.  Once again, he was startled at her beauty at the moment of awakening.
	Her head turned on his shoulder so she could look at him.  Then she moved and climbed on top of him, gently lowering her mouth to his for a kiss.  “Good morning, Bob,” she whispered, “I hope you slept well.”  He could see her eyes dancing as she said it.
	He just grinned at her, wrapped his arms around her and squeezed.  His squeeze crushed her breasts against his chest.  All he heard was a warm murmur from deep in her throat.  Then he pinched one of her buns lightly and gave it a playful spank.  To his surprise all she did was wriggle her hips sensuously against his leg and murmur softly.  “Young lady, are you a masochist?” he whispered.
	“Mmm, guess so.  Bob, thank you.  I can’t tell you how great I feel right now.  You can’t know what it’s like to be a very tall girl growing up and always feeling like a geek.  I guess I always wanted to be about five feet one and cuddly.  When you’re five feet ten, not only can’t you cuddle, you’re considered to have no sexual feelings at all.  Thank you for making me feel so good, so small... and so sexy.”  She smiled at him warmly and said, “Do you realize this is the very first time a man has ever pinched my ass?  Did you like the feeling, Bob?  Am I shapely enough for you?”
	He smiled at her warmly and replied, “Jill, you have an absolutely gorgeous little ass.”  As he said it, he gave her another little pinch and was rewarded with another little wriggle.  They just stayed that way with her body on top of his.  Both had their eyes closed.
	Finally, he opened his eyes and said softly, “How about if we shower and eat?”
	Jill softly groaned as she got off him and stumbled off toward the bathroom.  Bob followed her in and turned on the shower.  When he got in, she followed.  Finding there were different soaps for men and women, they took turns soaping each other’s body.  He thought she was absolutely magnificent.  He realized that she had a light all-over tan, and he could see her muscles ripple under her beautiful skin.  There was not a visible ounce of fat on her body anywhere.
	Bob got out of the shower and began to shave while Jill stayed in the shower and shampooed her hair.  As he finished, he asked her what she wanted for breakfast from room service.  He was a little surprised when she said she would have whatever he had.  He pointed out that what he had was likely to be high in cholesterol, animal fats, and all that other bad stuff.  She gave a throaty chuckle and said she would survive.
	Bob smiled to himself, called room service and ordered two giant breakfasts featuring steak and eggs.  Then he called the concièrge and checked on the availability of tickets.  One of the nice things about New York, he thought, was that almost anything was available — at a price.  He was told that she could get him two box seats for a baseball game that afternoon and a pair of top seats for a Giants football game the next day.  Since the Giants had been sold out on a season-ticket basis since the dawn of time, he idly wondered where the tickets came from and what they would cost.  But he didn’t bother to ask.
	Jill came out of the bedroom wearing the short unisex terry-cloth bathrobe the hotel provided for its guests on the concièrge floor.  While still a short distance away from him she opened it up wide, and just stood with her shoulders back and her breasts proudly upthrust.  Bob motioned her to come closer as he stood up.  He put his hands behind her and gripped her ass cheeks.  When he did, she quickly put her arms around his neck and held on.  As her knees gave way beneath her, he could feel her weight suspended from his neck.  He squeezed her cheeks gently, then harder.  As he did, he heard that wonderful murmur of contentment coming from deep within her.  Just then the doorbell rang.
	Again, Jill surprised him.  She let go of him with one arm, but kept the other around his neck as she moved with him toward the door.  Her bathrobe was still wide open and his left hand was still gripping her ass.  He thought it felt wonderful to feel her muscles move in his hand as she walked.  When he got to the door, before opening it, he closed and secured her robe.  He was rewarded by Jill very daintily sticking out her tongue at him.  When he opened the door, the waiter came in and set up the breakfast table for them.  As soon as he left, Jill shrugged out of her robe and sat facing him at the table, nude.  As he looked at her, he could see her nipples harden again.  Jill took the covers off the food, saw the steaks and said, “Yum!”
	Bob watched in amazement as she proceeded to devour the entire breakfast down to the last crumb of toast.  He had asked for coffee service for four — he existed on coffee in the morning.  Jill asked for more and he refilled both of their cups.  Then he retrieved his cigarettes and she asked for one.  He offered her a light and she inhaled deeply, then leaned back and closed her eyes.  She uttered a deep sigh, lifted her head and opened her eyes again.  “Bob, I feel so wonderful it’s sinful!”  Still nude, she got up and went back to the bedroom returning a few moments later with something in her hand which she gave to Bob.
	He looked down and saw his thousand-dollar bill still folded the way it had been and his five-thousand-dollar check neatly torn into four pieces.  He looked up at her, puzzled.  “What’s this for?” he asked.
	“I’m returning the money that I got from you under false pretenses last night.  I said I was a professional prostitute and I’m not.  Bob, last night was so wonderful for me, I should pay you at least an equal amount.  I want to apologize.”
	At this Bob grinned and said, “Jill, I knew you weren’t a prostitute almost from the beginning.  In fact, I was almost certain within five minutes of meeting you.”
	Jill tried to look hurt but only succeeded in looking cute.  Bob was again quietly amused thinking that one seldom thinks of a girl standing five feet ten as being cute.  “Damn!” she said with a small grin.  “I thought I pulled it off rather well, too.  How could you tell?”
	He smiled back at her.  As he did, he realized he was already deeply in love with this beautiful girl.  He replied, “The first clue was when I asked your price.  Two hundred dollars can buy a girl, but not one like you — not nearly.  The rate is five hundred and up.  You would be a thousand or more.”
	Jill’s jaw dropped.  “Do you mean to tell me I could make over $300,000 a year on my back?  You’re kidding!”
	“Honest, I’m not.  Jill, you are absolutely exquisite — a man’s dream come true.  But there’s more.  Are you interested?”
	“Of course.  Please tell me,” she replied.
	Bob noticed how comfortable she now seemed with her nudity.  It was obvious she was completely unaware of it.  He said, “The second — and confirming — element came in bed.  One of the first things you did was to kiss me.  It’s a near-classic with prostitutes:  They don’t kiss johns.  Furthermore, they’re often frigid and, I understand, are often lesbians.  Many of them don’t like men at all — they just use them.  Jill, no one could possibly have faked your reactions last night — no one!  Was it as good for you as it appeared to be?”
	She smiled at him warmly and said, “Bob, it was so good it was sinful!  That was the first time in my life I ever reached orgasm.  And then you had me going like a repeating cannon!  God, it was great!”  Jill shifted mental gears and grinned.  She said, “Does that mean I can’t kiss you any more?  It’s against union rules or something?  But I gave you your money back.  Does that count?  Bob, I love kissing you.  May I kiss you again, now?”
	Bob held out his arms and she jumped out of her chair and sat across his lap.  He took her in his arms and kissed her.  Her tongue darted into his mouth and she mashed her lips against his.  Finally, she eased back to take a breath.  He heard her murmur, “Wow!”  She grinned and said, “How much do I owe you?”
	Bob changed the subject.  “Why did you eat such a big breakfast?  I referred to you last night as the ‘white wine and Brie’ girl.  What happened?”
	“You happened,” she answered with a warm smile.  “I figured if the ‘white wine and Brie’ crowd could be as wrong about sex as they so obviously are, they might be wrong about other things, too.  Would you believe I have a weight problem?  I do.  My problem is keeping it on!  Bob, last night was like nothing I could possibly imagine.  I was impaled on your magnificent cock like a worm on a hook.  My whole being was concentrated in my loins.  I was just moving without any control from my brain at all.  My body just wanted you and needed you so much, all of my sensations were concentrated in my cunt.”  She smiled warmly and said, “Darling, I apologize.  It couldn’t have been very good for you but it was absolutely exquisite for me.  Thank you!”
	Bob just shook his head.  He kissed her softly on the lips and said, “Jill, if it had been any better for me, I wouldn’t have survived.  You know you fainted, don’t you?”
	Her brow furrowed and she shook her head.  “I guess I must have.  Do you know what happened?”
	“It’s really pretty simple.  Your nervous system behaves like an electrical circuit.  It can handle only so much stimulus.  Then the circuit breaker trips out — in other words, you pass out.  I’ll have to consider that to have been a pleasant evening for you.”  Bob changed the subject saying, “I don’t know what you like to do, Jill, but I arranged for tickets to a baseball game this afternoon and for a football game tomorrow.  We can just blow them off if you’d rather.”
	She said it sounded like great fun.  Getting off his lap she went into the bedroom to get dressed.  He followed her in and found her on her knees.  When he reached down and squeezed her tight little ass cheeks, Jill turned around, parted his robe and kissed the tip of his cock.  She looked up at him and smiled.  “It’s awfully nice, Bob.”
	He just grinned.  When they were dressed they took a walk on Fifth Avenue and went from store to store.  Bob realized he was more relaxed and having more fun than he could ever remember.  Moreover, he found that Jill was great fun to be with.  She laughed and joked and teased him.  Whenever she did, though, she would ask him to forgive her with a kiss.  He also noticed the envious looks cast his way from passers-by because Jill was on his arm.  Moreover, it was obvious to the others from the way she behaved that she was madly in love with him.
	Thinking of the football game the next day he bought her a mink-lined storm coat with a hood.  When she put it on, she snuggled in the fur and then lifted her lips for a kiss, ignoring both the salespeople and other shoppers in the fur salon.  When they finally returned to the hotel to change for the baseball game, they were loaded down with bags and parcels.
	The baseball game was fun.  They talked, yelled, ate hot dogs, drank beer and generally had a wonderful time.  The weather in late September cooperated: It was sunny and warm.  As they left the stadium to go back to the limousine that Bob had hired for the afternoon Jill said, “Bob, that was super!  I’ve never been to a major-league game in my life before!  Thank you so much for taking me.”
	When they were in the car headed back to the hotel Bob leaned over and kissed her.  One of the things he noticed was that Jill loved physical contact with him and was totally oblivious to the people around them.  And every time they kissed he felt the same charge of electricity.  Clearly, she felt it too.
	He said, “Jill, I’m curious.  How did you arrange it last night?  Obviously, you set something up with the bellman, but how did you do it?”
	“May I ask you a question before I answer?” she asked.  “How much did you tip the bellman?  His name is Ken, by the way.”
	“I gave him fifty dollars,” Bob replied.  “Why?”

	“Because he’s a bum, is why!” she said with a grin.  “I had to give him fifty dollars, too!  I followed you to the hotel and saw Ken take you up to the room.  I waited for him to come down because I was going to ask him what room you were in.  When he came down I went up to him and I saw his eyes widen.  He said, ‘What a coincidence.’  I asked what he meant, and he said Mr. Gordon was looking for a tall blonde.  He went to the bell desk and started to look for his list of names.  I followed him over and said I would like to meet you.  I offered him twenty dollars but it ended up costing me fifty.  After paying Ken, I went to the ladies’ room, took off my bra and came up here.”
	Bob looked at her with his face passive.  He said, “You’re Jill Peters, aren’t you?”
	Jill looked startled.  Then she just nodded sadly.  As he watched her, her face started to crumble.  With a supreme effort of will she pulled herself together and looked out the car window to orient herself.  They were headed downtown on Second Avenue and were now in the Eighties.  She said, “Bob, would you ask the driver to let me off anywhere he can along here?  This will be fine.”  Then she tried her best to smile and leaned over to kiss him.  “Thank you, Bob, for an exquisite twenty-four hours.”
	His expression didn’t change.  He just asked quietly, “Where are you going?”
	“I guess I’ll stay with a girl friend who lives nearby.  I’ll pick up my suit tomorrow and leave this for you.  I’m almost certain they’ll take it back at the store.  If they won’t, I’ll pay you for it.  You can keep my gold chain until you find out if they will or not.”
	“Jill, what are you doing?” he asked.
	At this point her now-fragile control deserted her.  She cried, “I’m destroying myself, my life, and any possible hope for happiness!  What in hell does it look like I’m doing?”  With that she broke down and began to cry.  She turned her head away from Bob toward the corner of the car.  Her sobbing, in spite of her efforts to muffle it, sounded heartbroken.  As he watched, she tried to take off the jacket he had bought her to keep from ruining it with her tears.
	Bob couldn’t take it.  In spite of her initial resistance, he moved towards her and then pulled her close to him.  He put her face against his shoulder and held her tightly.  Finally she stopped resisting and threw her arms around him.  The girl was in agony.  It appeared that she had run out of tears but still continued crying with wracking, dry sobs.  Gently he ran his hands over her back.  Finally, he lifted her chin away from his shoulder and looked at her face.  She still looked beautiful in spite of the ravages of her tears.  Lifting her chin, he softly kissed her.  Her lips were passive for an instant but then she responded with incredible warmth and passion.  Again, he heard the bells and felt the electricity flow between them.  Finally, she reluctantly pulled away.
	“Why did you do that, Bob?  I’m so weak now I can barely move.  Why did you make it so much harder and even more painful than it is already?  Why are you being so cruel?  It’s not like you, at all,” she said very softly with the pain she was feeling obvious in her voice.
	“Jill, I did it because I love you very much.  I don’t want to let you wreck my life.”  She recoiled in shock as he continued, “I don’t think you know it, but when you came into my life last night I didn’t have anything particularly to live for.  Then I meet the most wonderful girl in the world with the most exquisite body in the world.  Jill, why do you want to ruin my life?”
	Jill recoiled as if she had been struck.  Her face reflected amazement as she said, “Ruin your life!?  How could I possibly?  I came into your life on a set of false pretenses and got caught in my own trap.  Bob, I’m just trying to get out of your life before I have a chance to really hurt you!”
	He smiled at her wryly and said softly, “Jill, it’s too late for that already.  I told you before, I’m desperately in love with you.  Don’t you care for me at all?  Not even a little bit?”
	She launched herself at him and wrapped her arms around his neck.  She put her lips against his and kissed him with all of the passion she could muster which was a very great deal.  Finally, she took her lips away from his just far enough to be able to speak.  “Care for you?” she whispered, “I adore you!  Not only have I never felt like this before, I didn’t think the experience I had last night was physically possible.”  Her eyes focused on his at very close range and she said very softly, “May I stay with you for another night?”
	“I hope you will,” he replied.
	Just then the limo pulled up to the door of the hotel and they went in.  They went up to the suite and Jill went into the bathroom.  As she disappeared Bob was amazed at how lovely she still looked.  In spite of the emotional upheaval, she was still beautiful.
	She came out of the bedroom a few minutes later with a shy smile on her face.  Coming up to him she put her arms around his neck, and gave him a soft kiss.  Taking advantage of the opportunity, Bob put his hands on her small buns and squeezed.  He could feel it as she wriggled her body against his while her arms supported more of her weight.
	“Why do you do that?” she asked.
	“Do what?”
	“Squeeze my buns.  That’s what you call them, isn’t it?”
	“Because they feel so good in my hands.  Is that enough of a reason?  Don’t you like it?”
	She smiled at him warmly and said softly, “I love it!  Of course, every time you do it, I can feel my knees turn to water.  They just won’t support my weight.  And my cunt starts to gush.  It’s another thing that makes me feel like a little girl.  Bob, you can’t understand what it’s like to grow up and feel like a graceless geek all the time.  That’s the way it was, too.  It was worse, though.  If you were a big girl, you were assumed to be strong.  Once we were playing softball.  I wanted to pitch but the coach said we should let Susie — or Jane, or Jodie, or someone — pitch because she would be very disappointed and hurt.  Since I was a big girl, I understood!  The hell I understood!  I may have been tall, but I felt like a little girl.  It hurt!”
	Bob kissed her softly on the lips.  Then she moved and just rested her head on his shoulder and held him tightly.  He whispered in her ear, “How do you feel now?”
	“Warm and snugly.  Please just keep holding me.  It feels so good!”
	He finally released her.  Then she gave him a small little grin and they went up to the rooftop cocktail lounge.  As they stood in the elevator Jill held his hand.  It felt so good just to hold his hand.

Chapter 3
	Seated at a table looking out over Central Park, they admired the beautiful evening sky.  To their left they could see the sun dropping over the New Jersey hills far beyond the Hudson River.  The sun was coloring high, thin clouds moving in from the west in gold and orange which indicated it might be raining by kickoff the next day.  Bob liked the fact that both of them were seated facing outward.  Rare for New York, the table spacing in the lounge was sufficient to permit private conversation.  He reintroduced the subject of their first meeting.  “Jill, why in heaven’s name did you ever pay fifty dollars to meet me?  No one could conceivably be interested in me even five cents’ worth.”
	Jill grinned at him and sipped her martini.  That was another surprise from the “white wine and Brie girl,” as he continued to teasingly call her.  She said, “Bob, I guess I forgot long ago how much I love a very good martini.  I hope you don’t mind?”  He smiled and shook his head, no.  “I guess I certainly owe you an explanation.  It’s clear you know who I am.  That’s why I tried to leave today.”
	“I’ve certainly heard the name Jill Peters.  I guess I’ve read a few of your articles, too.  Thinking about it, all the ones I remember seeing showed both insight and inside knowledge about the companies you’re reporting.  That exhausts my knowledge of Jill Peters.”
	She studied the ice in her drink and played with her olive with her stirrer.  It appeared she was organizing her thoughts.  Finally she said, “I wanted to do the inside story of America’s young business genius, Bob Gordon.  Robert Gordon is a man I’ve heard mentioned for years.  He’s the man no one seems to know.  The list of descriptive adjectives usually starts with brilliant.  I was troubled.  You see, there are stories about you dating movie stars, show girls — even European royalty!  All this, of course, in addition to being the most brilliant businessman alive.
	“I can’t remember when I first heard your name.  After a while, I started to probe whenever your name came into a conversation.  It really started to get funny.  Once there were four senior executives talking in what became a ‘can you top this’ competition in Bob Gordon stories.  When it finally wound down — and I had been taking very careful notes — I asked them one at a time if I could quote them.  The answer was the same in every case, ‘Hell, no!’  I asked why not and was usually told that they hadn’t been present at the event they had described but had been told about it by someone else.  To make a tediously long story short, it seems just about every one knows about you, but if there’s someone who actually knows you, I haven’t found him yet.”
	Bob smiled and then chuckled.  “What you’re saying, Jill, is I’m a man of mystery?  Glamorous, exciting, jetting all over the world?”  She smiled warmly and nodded.  “You know me now.  What do you think?”
	“That’s not fair!  I’m the girl who loves you.  I think you are the nicest person I’ve ever met.  But I’m prejudiced.  Seriously, Bob, what do you think about you?”
	“Jill, as you told the story — or more accurately, told about the stories — all I could think of was how I would love to hear them and be that man.  I would love to be exciting and mysterious.  The fact is that I’m duller than ditch water!  I was being very serious earlier.  As you knocked on my door last night I was feeling despondent.  I realized for the first time that I’m the original nerd!  I’m the guy with his shoulder to the wheel, nose to the grindstone and all that good stuff.
	“But yesterday I finally closed the sale of GorTech Enterprises.  Now all I’ve got is a piece of paper and a stock certificate.  Would you help me to try to get my life back together?  Or more accurately, could you help me get it together?  There’s absolutely no evidence that it has ever been together.”
	Now it was her turn to be puzzled.  “What do you mean by that?”
	“Jill, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry when I heard your story.  Glamorous?  Exciting?  Jetting all over the world?  Yeah, I guess I have.  I remember a couple of years ago I was in Paris in April.  You know, ‘April in Paris’?  I arrived before dawn and went to the hotel.  We had a negotiation that lasted for eight days.  I never left the damned hotel!  Jill, I don’t have the foggiest idea what Paris even looks like!
	“Girls?  Forget it.  Dating royalty?  What a joke!  I didn’t date anyone!  All I did was try to build GorTech.  I’m a dullard.  No girl would even look at me.  I’m sure you never would, ordinarily.”  He gave her a wry smile and said, “And I’ve heard a bunch of  Jill Peters stories.  How she’s a beautiful girl who uses her feminine wiles to get people to reveal their innermost secrets.  She’s a girl who travels the world on exciting international business assignments.  I always thought that a Jill Peters not only wouldn’t see me at a party, she would look right through me if I were standing in front of her.”
	Jill’s eyes were dancing.  She leaned over and kissed him softly, ignoring the stares of the people at tables nearby.  “Can I tell you a secret?” she asked after she regained her breath.  Jill already noticed that whenever she kissed Bob, not only would she hear bells and feel electricity in her lips, but her pulse would speed up and her eyes would glaze.
	He said, “Of course.”
	“One of the guys I referred to earlier stuck around for a while,” she said with a grin.  “He found out I was Jill Peters.  He thought I would be the kind of girl that Bob Gordon would like — the sort of girl who’s been everywhere, done everything... a real swinger!”
	Her grin turned into a wry smile as she added, “If he only knew the truth!  Bob, I might as well be honest:  Last night was the second time in my entire life I’ve been to bed with a man.  Now I regret the first time.  It’s not that I minded losing my virginity, but the experience was horrid.  Since last night was only the second time, I wonder what I would be like if I were still a virgin.  I suspect I wouldn’t be involved in some of the groups I’ve become involved with.
	“Bob, after that first terrible experience — which was nearly ten years ago, by the way — I really thought all men were out to use women.  Then I think about last night:  I guess you used me.  Or at least some people could claim that you did.  You didn’t.  I used you.  I couldn’t imagine ever feeling the way I felt.  My whole being was concentrated in my cunt that you were so beautifully fucking.”
	Just then Bob started to laugh.  Jill looked at him with the hurt showing in her eyes.  He looked at her and just shook his head.  He was laughing too hard to speak.  Finally he regained control.  “Honey, I’m so sorry!  Please forgive me,” he said.  “It’s just so damned funny!  Last night was the third time I’ve been to bed with a girl.  How old are you, anyway?”
	“I’m twenty-seven,” she replied, now starting to smile as she saw where he was going.
	“Honey, I’m thirty-two — soon to turn thirty-three.”  His face fell.  “Am I too old for you?” he asked with his concern showing in his voice.
	Jill reached for his hand and simultaneously started to laugh.  She gripped it and her laughter grew in intensity.  Bob joined in and then took her in his arms.  In no time they were holding each other and laughing so hard tears were running down their cheeks.  Finally Bob regained control.  He kissed her softly on her cheek and said, “Aren’t we a pair?  Supposedly a man reaches the peak of his sexual activity at eighteen or nineteen and a girl does at sixteen or so.  Here we are, at least ten years past our prime, and except for last night we had sexual relations a total of just three times between the two of us!”
	He sat back and just looked at her.  He decided that Jill Peters was an absolutely gorgeous girl.  Then, as he studied her, he realized she looked even more beautiful tonight than she had when he first met her the night before.  He thought about it and finally asked, “Jill, are you in love?”
	“Of course!  What a silly question to ask.  Isn’t the answer obvious?” she replied.  “I’m madly in love with the man sitting on my right.  Why do you ask?”
	“Because on you it looks very good — and I love you desperately.  Will you dance with me?”  There was a three-piece combo playing in the lounge and there was a tiny dance floor.
	Jill smiled and rose as Bob moved the table aside.  He took her in his arms when they reached the floor.  She heard a very soft chuckle in her ear and moved back to look at him.  “What’s so funny now?” she asked.
	“I just took my life in my hands,” he whispered.
	“What do you mean?”
	“I moved the table for you.  I could have gotten a kick in the groin!  Liberated women consider that sort of thing to be sexist.  I forgot.  I’m sorry,” he said softly.
	She smiled, kissed him softly on the cheek, and said, “That was yesterday.  I wouldn’t dare kick you today.  I would be taking an awful chance with my love life and all my future happiness.  Besides, today I love it!  You can’t know how wonderful it feels to be with a man who wants to protect me.”
	Bob enjoyed dancing with her tremendously, marveling at how light on her feet she was and how easily they moved together.  He moved his head and kissed her lightly on the lips.  At least, the kiss was intended to be light.  In an instant it became passionate.  He decided it had become a standard with him and this girl he had come to love so deeply.  When the music stopped they just stood on the dance floor for a few moments.  Bob realized they were just lost in each other’s eyes.  Then he took her elbow, steered her back to the table and seated her.  He sat down, continued to look at her and said, “You are amazing.  Do you know that?”
	“Why am I amazing?  I think I’m terribly ordinary.”
	“That’s one of the things that’s so amazing.  You have to be one of the most beautiful girls in the city.”  He smiled and changed the subject, asking her, “What do you want to do for dinner tonight?  I’ve known you for less than twenty-four hours but already you’re changing on me.  Yesterday I could have predicted what you would want to eat and where.  Tonight I’m not sure at all.”
	Her eyes were dancing with delight as she looked at him.  “Do you want to guess?”
	Bob returned the warm smile and said, “There’s a place where cholesterol flows in tank-truck quantities.  They specialize in humongous steaks and lobsters that run nearly four pounds each.  A single side-order of hash-brown potatoes would serve a family of six.  The drinks are good and the service is fast.  The atmosphere consists of climbing over other patrons.  And they serve the best steaks in the city.”
	Jill had been watching him.  When he finished his recital she rubbed her flat belly and licked her lips.  “Bob, suddenly I’m starving to death!  That sounds simply luscious!  Could we eat there?  Please!”
	Bob had decided he liked having a limousine at his disposal so earlier he had decided to keep it.  He used the house phone and called for his car.  When they emerged from the hotel, it was waiting for them.  He told the driver they were going to The Palm and sat back in the seat.  Taking Jill’s hand, he held it in his.  As he did, he took the opportunity to study it.  He noticed she had lovely hands with long, slim fingers.  When he gave her hand a gentle squeeze, she squeezed back firmly.
	Then she looked at him and smiled softly.  “Bob, there’s one thing that maybe you haven’t thought about with respect to a big girl.  It’s about the only thing I have going for me.  I’m not fragile.”  She turned in the seat to look directly at him and continued, “I love you so desperately.  You’re so big and strong.  I can’t tell you what it’s like to be wrapped in your arms and have you squeeze me.  Suddenly I feel small and warm and loved.  I absolutely adore the sensation.  Does that bother you?”
	“Can I tell you something?  You complained about being big for a girl.  I’ll tell you something that may sound strange.  I always feel like a clumsy ape around women.  I guess I feel like the original bull in a china shop.  I’m always afraid I’m going to break something, or step on something... crush her foot or something equally dumb.”  He grinned at her and added, “I don’t have to worry about losing you in the bed covers.”
	She chuckled and gave him a warm kiss as the driver pulled up at The Palm.  It was a place Jill had heard about but never patronized.  They entered and Jill followed Bob as he wended his way between the tables to the bar at the rear.  Bob’s comment about climbing over other diners proved to be true.  She was surprised to find there wasn’t even an aisle to walk in.  When they reached the bar, Bob asked her if she wanted another drink and she asked for another martini on the rocks.  He reached between a couple of patrons and ordered while Jill found a place to stand against the wall.  Bob quickly rejoined her with their drinks.  As they sipped them, she asked, “Don’t you have to check in with someone?”
	Bob smiled and shook his head.  “I don’t know exactly how he does it, but there’s a maître d’ here who’s uncanny.  He keeps track of people coming in.  When there’s a table for two and we’re next, he’ll come for us.  Incidentally, the bar is odd, too.  Bar prices are in even dollars, tax included; it’s the same price regardless of what you drink.  A soft drink or a call brand: it makes no difference.  It makes life easy for the bartender.  He just multiplies the number of drinks you had by the standard price and that’s the tab.”  Bob looked at Jill and saw a guilty little smile on her face.  He asked, “What did you do now?  The look on your face says you’ve been a bad girl.”
	Jill said, “It’s the steak.  I’m going to have one tonight.  Do you know this will only be the third taste of beef I’ve had in over two years?  And that counts that little piece you cut off your steak last night.”  They chatted companionably and then, as Bob had predicted, the maître d’ appeared and escorted them to their table.  Bob ordered steaks, salads, and hash-brown potatoes.
	When the dinners appeared, he smiled as Jill’s eyes widened at the size of the steak she was served.  Nonetheless, she started right in.  When the steak was half eaten, she looked up at him and said, “Bob, promise you’ll roll me back to the hotel?  This is luscious!”  She went back to her dinner and ended up eating the whole thing.  They passed on dessert and just had coffee.  When they finally left the restaurant, they chose to walk back to the hotel.  When they were going up in the elevator, Jill said, “Bob, are you willing to play a game with me?”
	“Sure.  What game?”
	She grinned wickedly and said, “I’ll bet you ten dollars you can’t get me to beg you to put your cock in my cunt.”
	Bob thought for a moment and said, “It’s a bet on one condition: you can’t relieve yourself — you can’t masturbate or do anything similar.  Is it a deal?”
	She held out her hand and he gripped it.  Again he was pleasantly surprised at the firmness of her grip.  After he opened the door to the suite, they went to the bedroom.  As he started to take off his tie Jill said, “Bob, may I?  I’ve never had a man of my own to undress before.”  Bob grinned at her and nodded.  After carefully untying his tie, she undid his belt and eased it out of the belt loops.  She looked up at him and said, “I’m afraid you’ll have to take off your own shoes.  There’s no way I can lift one of your legs.”
	Bob slid off the loafers he was wearing and took off his socks.  She stood close to him to unbutton his shirt, then unfastened his trousers and let them drop down around his legs.  Smiling, he stepped out of them.  Jill picked them up and carefully hung them up in the closet along with his jacket.  Then she unbuttoned his shirt cuffs and helped him off with his shirt.  Bob was now down to his shorts and T-shirt. 
	Jill helped him off with his T-shirt and then knelt on the floor.  She had already kicked off her shoes.  Carefully, she slid his briefs down to his ankles and he stepped out of them.  She sat back on her heels and looked at him.  His sex, even in its semi-flaccid state, looked enormous.  She straightened up while still on her knees, reached out and fondled his balls in her hands.  She weighed them and then looked up at his face.  “Bob, I love you so much.  I thought I emptied you last night, but they’re still so big and full!”  Bob just smiled at her.
	As she fondled his sex she could see his enormous prick begin to engorge.  She leaned forward and kissed the tip, then licked it with her tongue.  As she did, it continued to increase in size.  Jill looked at it and then began to lick its full length.  Finally she took it in her mouth and began to suck.  Meanwhile she continued to caress his balls.
	To Bob it felt marvelous.  It was all he could do to keep his balance.  He looked down and saw Jill’s golden head going back and forth taking his cock into her mouth.  He now knew that the previous night was the first time she had ever taken a man in her mouth at all.  Tonight she seemed to know exactly what she wanted to do.  The sensation of fucking her mouth was extraordinary.  She shaped her mouth as if it were her vagina and increased the sensation by caressing and squeezing his balls.  When he started to take deep breaths, he saw her glance up at his face to see what he was doing.  As she did, he saw her eyes blaze with love.  Bob’s breathing became more rapid as he approached his climax.  Finally, he could control it no longer: he let go in a flood.
	Jill had figured out how to use her mouth on his cock.  As she felt him get close to his release, she took it in to its full length which caused it to penetrate into her throat.  Breathing through her nose as he came, she swallowed quickly as he spurted his cum into her mouth and throat.  Squeezing his balls, she helped him achieve his fullest possible release.  As she allowed his cock to withdraw from her mouth, she looked at it and daintily licked off the last few drops of his cum.  Finally, she carefully licked it along its entire length.  Sitting back on her heels she looked up at him with a smile.  “Was it good for you, Bob?” she asked.
	“It was utterly spectacular!  Jill, I hope you know I almost passed out right on top of you?  It was all I could do to stand up.  My God!  You might have been crushed!”
	Her smile was very warm and very loving as she said, “Remember me?  The big girl?  Bob, I’m really not very breakable.  What now?”
	He held out his arms and she took his hands.  Bob helped her up and began to undress her.  First, though, he took her in his arms and kissed her soundly.  This time when his tongue darted into her mouth, he could taste the last of his own semen still in it.  He enfolded her in his arms and just held her.  Again he heard contented noises coming from deep in her throat.
	Finally, she gently pushed away and said softly, “God, I love you.  You are a dream come true.”  She backed away still holding his hands.  “That’s not true.  Bob, I never even dared dream of meeting someone like you.  And the chance that you could care for me if I did meet you had a probability approaching the chance of being hit on the head by a meteorite!”
	Bob backed off and held her by her shoulders.  “You can’t be serious!  You’re a man’s dream, Jill!  You really are.”
	Then he began to undress her.  He carefully took off her necklace and put it on the dresser.  Then he unbuttoned her skirt, slid down the zipper and let it fall to the floor.  He grinned at her and easily picked her up in the air to let the skirt fall clear.  Then he sat down on the bed, held her on his lap and took off her shoes and then her stockings.  As he slid her stockings down her legs, he caressed the soft skin on her inner thighs and was rewarded with a deep, throaty sound of joy.  He easily stood her back on her feet, now only wearing her sweater and her bikini briefs.  Then he helped her off with her sweater exposing her magnificent breasts.  After he slid her briefs down to the floor, he lifted her up over his shoulder and allowed them to fall to the floor.  Bob put her back on her feet and sat back on his heels to look at her.  Her body was absolutely magnificent.  He ran his hands gently up her long legs, deciding they had to be the most magnificent pair of female legs in the world.  His head was level with her cunt.
	When Bob took his hands and gently started to move them up and down on the inner surfaces of her thighs, Jill spread her legs farther apart to give him better access.  Again he heard those wonderful warm sounds coming from deep in her throat.  As he moved his head closer and ran his fingers up into her slit, he could see a few drops of her moisture appear on its surface.  Moving closer he put his arms around her legs to hold her in position.  Sticking his tongue out, he ran it up and down her moist slit.  Moving still closer, he continued to work on her crevice with his fingers and his tongue.  Finally, he found her tiny sentinel and took it gently in his teeth.  As he did, he could feel her loins move.  He looked up and saw that Jill had her eyes closed and her head back as she enjoyed the sensations.  Bob remembered his ten-dollar bet as he continued to work on her cunt with his mouth and tongue.  He could feel her getting close to her release: she was now perspiring and he found her skin warmly slick with her sweat.  Then Bob stopped and just sat back on his heels.
	Jill was enjoying the new sensation of a man’s mouth working on her cunt.  It was exquisite!  She could feel her passion rising and her head start to flop involuntarily from side to side.  Suddenly, as she felt herself about to achieve release the feeling stopped.  She regained control, opened her eyes and looked down.  Bob was rocked back on his heels still holding on to her legs.  He stood up and took her in his arms.

	As he did, he could feel the girl trembling with passion.  He lifted her chin and kissed her tenderly as Jill wrapped her arms around his neck and held on.  He gently pulled his lips away from hers but continued to hold her tightly.  After feeling her body relax a bit she finally lifted her head from his shoulder and looked up at him.  “Why did you do that, Bob?  It felt so good and I was so close to cuming!”
	“Did you forget the bet you made?” he asked softly.
	“Let’s forget the bet, Bob.  Please?”
	“Darling, a bet is a bet.  Remember, it was your idea.  Are you begging me to put my cock in your little cunt?”
	“Of course not!  It was a terrible idea, though,” she said with a rueful smile.  She tried to brighten and added, “I’m going to win anyway.  It’s a known fact that girls don’t need sex.  We just accommodate men with our cunts.”
	When Bob lifted her up in his arms like a feather, she made a soft sound and buried her face in his neck as she just enjoyed the sensation of being held in the air.  She wasn’t used to being lifted up like this.  Bob held her so easily, it was as if she were weightless.  Then he gently laid her on the bed and got in beside her.  “Don’t need sex?  Just accommodate men?  Is that what I heard?”
	Jill grinned and nodded her head vigorously.  “Of course!  That’s all.  We’re depositories for your sexual fluids.  We can take sex or leave it alone — and we would really rather leave it alone.”
	Bob just grinned and asked her to kneel on the bed beside him.  He was lying on his back and she did as he asked.  She knelt next to him and looked down at him.  Again he was amazed at her beauty.  He began gently to run his fingers over her body.  Bob realized he was actually having fun.  He loved the feel of her satiny skin under his finger tips.  In no time at all, her nipples were hard and again he could see moisture appear in her slit.  He started to run a finger into her vagina and realized again how tight it was.  Idly, he wondered how it could possibly stretch enough to accommodate his large cock.  He continued to play with her and could feel her rising towards her climax.  Again, sweat started to flow and her head began to shake from side to side as she came close to going over the edge.  He could feel her cunt just start to tremble with its release, when again he stopped.
	Jill’s eyes, which had been closed as she savored the sensation, opened with a start.  He could see that she was consciously trying to regain control and he felt a sense of pain.  He could almost feel the agony the girl was going through.  Running his fingers over her flesh, he could feel her involuntary shudders as her nervous system screamed for release.  He pulled her down over his body and kissed her softly on her lips.  “Jill, I’m really delighted you don’t need sex.  Because if you did, I would really be feeling badly right now.  To show you how much I don’t know about women, I would swear your body is screaming for release, but of course that just can’t be.”
	Jill just rested her cheek on his chest and moved it slowly.  She loved the feel of his coarse hair on her soft skin.  Slowly, her breathing returned towards normal.  When he had stopped, he had left her literally gasping for breath.  When she lifted her head and looked at him, he could see the pain in her eyes, but she was still playing the game.
	“A depository for a man’s sexual fluids.  That’s all we are,” she whispered softly, trying desperately to get some conviction into her voice.
	Bob pulled her up alongside him in the bed and she rested her head on his shoulder.  He turned out the lights and then put his right hand over her breast.  She covered his hand with hers and placed her left hand over his prick and balls.
	It turned out to be the worst night of her life.  She could feel Bob’s body relax into sleep while she tried to control her urge to toss from side to side.  Her cunt was on fire but there was nothing she could do to put the fire out.  Even worse, periodically during the night Bob would awaken and begin to stroke her body, her breasts and then her cunt.  Each time, with uncanny sensitivity, he would take her to the very brink of her release and then stop.  Then he would go back to sleep, leaving her body shaking again.
	It was after four in the morning and Jill hadn’t been able to get to sleep.  She had never felt this way in her life before.  She stared up into the blackness of the room and smiled grimly, realizing she had only herself to blame for the way she felt.  At the same time she recognized how attuned to each other she and Bob were.  It took exquisite sensitivity on his part towards her, her body, and her bodily needs to do what he had been doing to her so successfully — and so painfully — all night long.  She smiled to herself in the darkness.
	Then she had an idea that might enable her to trick Bob into getting her off.  Jill decided to give it a try and immediately gave Bob’s balls a firm squeeze.  He made a noise in his sleep but did not awaken.  Then she pinched his scrotum hard, being careful to stay clear of his balls.
	He jerked up in bed and screamed, “Ow!”  He flipped on the light and saw Jill grinning at him.  “What did you do?” he asked plaintively.
	“I pinched you — hard!  What did you think I did?  It’s not fair.  If I can’t sleep, why should you?” she replied with a small grin.
	“Why you little...”  Bob grabbed her, picked her up, and spun around on the bed.  His feet were resting on the floor as he put her over his knee and started to spank her firm bottom.  It’s working, she thought.  Her love button was right on top of his hard-muscled leg.  As he spanked her, she could feel it being stimulated.  She tried to ignore the pain from her bottom and tried to concentrate on the sensation in her clit.  At the same time, she kept crying out as he spanked her to try to keep him from thinking about what she was doing.
	Involuntarily, her hips writhed on his leg and Bob realized what she was trying to do.  He continued to spank her and felt her passion rise despite her efforts to conceal it.  Sensing she was on the verge of achieving the release she sought, he slowed down the tempo of his spanking and felt her impending orgasm start to slip away from her.  When she had calmed down a bit more, he increased the tempo and the sharpness of his spanks.  He could see that her firm little ass had become cherry-red from his assault.  He kept it up.
	Jill now knew she had lost her gamble.  He had seen right through it.  She was in agony — and now in real pain.  He repeatedly took her to the point of achieving release and then stopped.  Then he softly caressed her firm little buns that now burned like fire from his spanking.  When she relaxed a little, he began to spank her again.  Finally, she could take it no longer.  She cried, “Please, Bob!  Please stop.  You’re hurting me!”
	“What do you say?” he asked.
	“I said please.  What do you want me to say?  I’ll say and do anything, if only you’ll stop!” she wailed.
	“Say you’re sorry.  Apologize for assaulting me.  Apologize for what you’re doing to my hand!”
	“Apologize?”  He was spanking her even harder.  “Bob, I’m sorry I assaulted you!  I’ll never do it again!  I promise!  I’m sorry you’re hurting your hand on my firm ass.  I’m sorry for everything!” she wailed.  “Please stop.”
	Bob did.  Fortunately for him, Jill was face down so she could not see his grin.  He said, “You’ll have to kiss my hand and make it better.”
	He lifted her up beside him to a sitting position on the edge of the bed.  He looked at her and could see tears still streaming down her cheeks.  Bob thought she looked beautiful as she regarded him with a forlorn look on her face.  In spite of her size, she looked like a lovely little girl.  She lifted his right hand up to her lips and kissed his palm softly.  He could see that it hurt for her to sit on her now-bruised bottom but she kissed his hand and held it in hers.  Looking at him she said again, “I’m sorry you bruised your hand against my firm ass.”  Then she reached out to him and started to cry in earnest.
	Bob took her in his arms and comforted her.  As he did, he saw there were now dark circles under her eyes from sleeplessness.  He kissed her softly and felt her go limp in his arms.  Obviously, she had been overtaken by sheer exhaustion.  Carefully, he lifted her back on the bed and stretched her out beside him.  He turned off the lights and went back to sleep.  Meanwhile, she slept soundly with her head on his shoulder.

Chapter 4
	Jill awakened with a wonderfully warm feeling in her slit.  She kept her eyes closed and just savored the wonderful sensation.  Finally she opened her eyes and saw Bob’s blue eyes looking down at her.  She could feel his finger softly caressing her now-moist vagina.  She stretched luxuriously on the bed and suddenly felt a twinge of pain from her bottom.  She made a little face and Bob smiled down at her.  Then she closed her eyes and just continued to enjoy the stimulation.  She could feel her passion rising.
	Suddenly, remembering the awful bet, she opened her eyes again and Bob could see fear in them.  She said, “Bob, please fuck my cunt!  Please!  Bob, I’m begging you!  I need it desperately.”
	He couldn’t resist teasing her.  He said, “Are you sure?  It’s going to be expensive.  You’ll lose ten dollars.”  He saw tears come to her eyes and immediately stopped his teasing.  The poor girl was in pain.
	With her eyes tearing she said, “Please, Bob!  Please put your magnificent cock in my unworthy cunt!”
	He rolled over her and was between her legs.  She spread her thighs wide and raised her hips to welcome him.  The smile on her face was beautiful as she grasped his magnificent weapon and placed it at the mouth of her vaginal cavity.  When he eased forward and entered her, Jill spread her legs wide, raised them up and wrapped them loosely around his neck.  Bob began to move in and out.  In almost no time, he could feel her achieve the release she had been seeking all night.  Then he saw a beatific smile on her face as she whispered, “Thank you!”
	He continued to move in and out.  When he spent inside her, she had another orgasm.  Soon she was writhing under him.  Her loins were moving by themselves and her head was tossing back and forth on the pillow while sweat was pouring from her body.  Still he kept it up.
	Jill lost track of the number of times she achieved orgasm.  It was as if Bob was forcing her to climb a mountain range.  She would reach a peak and explode.  But before she could fully regain her breath, he had her climbing another, higher one.  Finally, she reached her ultimate orgasm and nearly lost consciousness.  Although she didn’t pass out, she was only semiconscious and only dimly aware of what was happening.  Her body moved as a group of disconnected pieces.  She was on her back in a pool of perspiration: she had been sweating so much that even her scalp and hair were soaking wet.  Lying on her back with her thighs spread wide, she felt their mingled fluids seeping out of her cunt and onto the bed.
	Just then she felt a wonderful new sensation and looked down at her loins.  Bob was kneeling between her legs and she could feel his tongue penetrating her cunt and licking the juices.  Just then she felt his teeth start to nibble at her clit.  It felt marvelous.  Jill tried to help him but couldn’t; she didn’t know how.  Moreover, even if she did know, she was physically incapable of doing anything.  She just lay on the wet bed enjoying the sensation.  Incredibly, she could feel herself being taken up and spending again and again and yet again.  Vaguely, she wondered how much syrup she could secrete.  She had been coming so often she thought she had to be running dry.  Just then, she crested and came in another flood.  The last thing she remembered was the wonderful feeling of Bob lapping up her cuntal juices again.
	As she regained consciousness, Jill felt her right breast being softly caressed.  She opened her eyes and looked into Bob’s.  He was on his side with his head propped on his right arm while he stroked her boob with his left.  “You’re incredibly beautiful, Jill,” he said softly.
	Even though she wasn’t fully awake yet and her eyes weren’t fully opened she murmured, “You have your taste in your feet.  I’m a mess!”
	She reached up with her left hand and felt her hair.  It was still wet from her sweat and was in random curls.  She smiled wryly.  As she did, his head lowered to hers and he kissed her.  The kiss was magnificent with their love and electricity flowing between them.  Finally Bob raised his head.  Jill was glassy-eyed.  She blinked and finally brought his eyes into focus.  Then she smiled softly and said, “Thank you, Bob.  If you’ll get off me, I’ll get you your money.”
	Instead of getting up, Bob leaned down and kissed her again.  Then he sat up and held out his arms.  She tried to get up but found she couldn’t.  He reached out his hands and she took them in hers, letting him pull her up to a sitting position in the bed.  He held her in his arms and could feel her rest her head on his shoulder.  She looked up into his face with a worried look on hers.  “Bob, I can’t move.  What’s wrong with me?”
	“Darling, I think you’re suffering from emotional fatigue.  I think you’re just drained.  Will you take a shower with me?  I’ll hold you so you don’t fall.”  He smiled at her softly and was rewarded with a warm smile in return.
	When he got up, she took his hands so he could pull her to her feet.  When she did, Jill found she was reeling with dizziness and Bob held her in his arms until her world settled down.  When it did, she tipped back her head and kissed him softly.
	When they entered the bathroom, Bob started to run the shower while Jill brushed her teeth.  After brushing his teeth they got into the shower together and took turns soaping each other.  Bob loved the feel of the slippery soap on her satin skin.  When they were finished soaping, Bob turned off the hot water.  The water suddenly turned freezing cold.
	Again, Bob was surprised by Jill’s behavior.  She yelped when the cold water hit her body but didn’t move.  He ran his fingers lightly over her and could feel the goose-bumps rising on her skin, but she just stood in the stream of cold water, smiling at him warmly.  When he got out of the shower he saw her lift her face to the cold spray.  Bob just smiled and shook his head.  He went to the sink and shaved while Jill adjusted the faucets and reached for the shampoo.
	“Honey, what do you want for brunch?” he asked.  “It’s nearly eleven o’clock.”
	“What time is the football game?” she replied.  “I’m looking forward to it.  I can watch someone else get beat up for a change.”
	“It’s a network television game.  It doesn’t start until four,” Bob answered.
	“Then I’ll have whatever you’re going to have.  We can have adjoining beds in the cardiac intensive care unit.”
	Bob grinned and left the bathroom.  Although he thought about getting dressed, he decided against it.  After slipping on the hotel’s terry-cloth robe he called room service.  Since Sunday was a quiet day, the room-service operator said the food would be up as soon as it could be prepared.  He took the opportunity to talk with her about availability of special dishes, and he ended up ordering a feast for the two of them.  As he hung up the phone Jill emerged from the bedroom.
	He just looked at her and his jaw dropped.  She was exquisite and he said so.  When she came over to him, he sniffed.  Her scent was almost overpowering.  When he reached out, she came into his arms.  He sat down and pulled her down onto his lap, kissing her warmly.  Then he parted the robe down to her waist and put his face in the cleavage between her firm breasts.  “Jill, you are unreal,” he said softly.  “What did you do?”
	“I just emptied the bottle of musk oil,” she replied softly.  With that she parted her robe all the way down.  When she did, the scent from her slit filled his nostrils.  “Most of it’s in my slit.  Do you like it?” she asked.
	“Like it?  Jill, the scent is incredible and so are you!”  Bob held her in his arms and squeezed her tight.  She put her arms around his neck and squeezed back.
	Still sitting on his lap, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a ten-dollar bill.  She gave it to him with a rueful smile.  “That was the most expensive ten dollars I ever spent!” she said softly.  “My ass is still red and I don’t think I’ll be able to sit comfortably for a week.  Not to mention the fact that I wanted you to do me all three ways.  I’m afraid the third way is going to have to wait awhile.  You were a brute!”  As she said it, she took him in her arms and kissed him softly.
	Bob didn’t reply.  He just held her tight and squeezed.  Again he heard the wonderful happy sounds coming from deep in her throat.  He loved hearing that sound.  Loosening his grip, he just held her and she rested her head on his shoulder.  When she did, he turned his head and noticed the fragrance in her hair.  He sniffed it appreciatively.  “You smell wonderful,” he whispered.  “You’re so fresh and clean and nice.  Jill, I love you very much!”  Again he heard the wonderful happy sound from deep in her throat.  He looked down and saw that her eyes were closed.  He couldn’t tell if she were sleeping or not.
	Just then the doorbell rang.  Bob put his arms under the girl, lifted her up and carried her to the sofa where he carefully laid her down again.  After closing her robe which had opened to reveal her entire body, he opened the door for the room-service waiter.  After the table was set up and the waiter withdrew, Bob went over to the now-sleeping girl and kissed her softly on the lips.  Her response to his kiss was immediate and passionate.  He could feel her hand behind his head holding him in position.  She reluctantly released him and he straightened up.
	“Are you ready to eat?” he asked.
	Her eyes were open, but they were glassy and unfocussed.  She brought him into focus and just looked up at him.  Then she stretched luxuriantly, causing the robe to open wide again.  Bob knelt down beside her and ran his fingertips very lightly over her exposed body.  At his first touch he saw her nipples harden.  A wonderfully warm smile came across her face and she stretched again.
	“Bob, I can’t tell you how good that feels!”  She sniffed the air and murmured, “Oh, shit!”
	“What’s wrong, hon?” he asked with the concern obvious in his voice.
	Her smile became a grin.  She replied, “It’s a battle between the wonderfully sensuous feeling of your hands stroking my body and the smell of the food.”  She smiled wryly and said, “Darling, right now the smell of food wins.”
	She slipped out of her robe, left it on the sofa, and went to the table.  He held her chair and noticed how gracefully she moved.  It was as if she were wearing a formal dress, displaying no awareness of her nudity.  As she seated herself, he saw her make a little face.  It was apparent that her ass really was very sore.  Then he kissed her lightly on the cheek and was rewarded with another vivid smile.
	The rolling room-service table was far larger than normal, but the large table was required by the array of dishes he had ordered.  They began to eat and Jill was again eating with relish.  When they finally finished, he poured coffee for them both and passed her his cigarettes.
	After taking one and lighting it, she leaned back and smiled at him.  She said, “Bob, how can you stand me?  I am an absolute mess in bed.  I was thinking about it while I was lying on the sofa and you were caressing me just before we ate.  I was fresh and dry, and I think I smelled nice.
	“Last night and the night before I was terrible!  My head was flopping from side to side like a hooked fish.  My arms, legs, and pelvis were all moving out of control in every possible direction.  I was sweating like a pig, my hair was a wreck and juices were just pouring from my cunt!”  She looked at him with a very serious expression on her face, “How can you stand it?”
	“You don’t know men very well, do you?  Darling, I have never had such an experience in my life!”  He grinned and continued, “Of course we established yesterday that neither of us have any experience to speak of.  But talking to other guys — or more accurately, listening to other guys talk — I didn’t think it ever happened.  What I usually hear is the girl lies like a lump of meat on the bed with her legs spread.  What they’re describing is the woman as a ‘depository for a man’s fluids’.  She does nothing.  Darling, you aren’t passive!  You are involved!  God!  Are you ever!
	“As for the rest, you don’t realize how I react to you.  I was thinking last night how you’re so beautiful even when you’re sweating.  Your skin becomes slippery-smooth and lovely.  Even your hair!  It’s soaking wet but your curl just become more prominent...  You’re even more beautiful, but frankly I don’t see how you can be.
	She grinned at him and said, “Now I understand why they say love is blind!  Bob, you are blind!”
	“Changing the subject,” he said, “how do you feel this morning?”  He reached into the pocket of his robe and gave her back her ten-dollar bill along with one of his own.  He continued, “Incidentally, you won.  I didn’t.  I cheated... with help from you, of course.”
	She looked puzzled and asked, “Help from me?  What did I do?”
	“Darling, you went down on me.  If you hadn’t, I would have been begging to let me enter you.  By the way, the other night was the first time for you, wasn’t it?  You never took a man in your mouth before.”
	She smiled shyly and said, “Of course not.  Darling, I know I’m incompetent.  Please tell me what to do so I can be better for you.  I love you.  Do you know what I want?”
	“What?”
	“I want to be so good for you that you won’t even notice other women.  Maybe I can use my size to advantage for once by blocking your view of other, more attractive girls.”
	Bob just shook his head and looked sad.  He said, “You just don’t listen do you?  I’m sorry.  That’s not true — you certainly do listen.  You just don’t understand.  Darling, you’re unbelievable in bed!  Jill, look at yourself.  Show me your breasts.”
	She looked puzzled for an instant but then looked down.  She took her breasts and cupped them with her hands.  “Bob, these are my breasts.  They’re firm and reasonably full, but not nearly as large as you want them to be.  Their best feature is their nipples.  They are small and pink and I guess I like them.  Do you?”
	Bob got out of his chair and stood behind her.  He reached over her and cupped her breasts in his hands.  He said softly, “What do you see now?”
	“I see your hands cupping my tits.  It feels so much better to feel your big hands on them than to hold them myself.  Your hands are so large and strong!  I love the feel of your hands squeezing my boobs.”
	“What about the size of your breasts?”
	“I don’t understand.”

	“Jill, your breasts are more than a handful — and you said I have big hands and long fingers.  What it says is your tits are perfect!  They are perfect in size, perfect in shape, and your nipples are lovely.”  Bob went around in front of her, knelt down and kissed her left breast, then took the nipple in his mouth and softly bit it.  Jill arched her back and enjoyed the sensation.  Again he heard the wonderful happy noise from deep in her throat.
	He took his head away and Jill looked at him with a little pout.  “You’re not fair, Bob.  You’re creating jealousy.  That was my left breast.  What’s wrong with my right?”
	He grinned and kissed the other breast in the same way.  Then he picked her up from the chair, carried her over to a side chair, sat down, and positioned her facing him straddling his body.  She could feel that his cock was again fully erect.  Since her legs were already straddling him, she carefully positioned his cock at the mouth of her vagina and lowered her weight down on it.  She could feel it slide into her cunt smoothly.
	Jill sat straddling him and began to work with her internal muscles.  In the meantime, Bob pulled her close and kissed her lovingly.  Her attention was divided between her lips and her cunt.  She returned his kiss as lovingly as she could while she continued to massage his cock with her internal muscles.  Bob realized that he was already close to cuming inside her.  As she continued her contractions he could see her breathing become faster.  In moments, they exploded together.  Jill just leaned forward against his body.  He held her close and waited while their breathing slowly returned to normal.  Jill slowly started to rub her breasts against his chest.  Finally, she lifted her head and looked at him.  He took a deep breath and smelled the exquisite smell of her body heightened by the now-warm musk oil.
	“Was that all right?” she asked softly.
	“Darling, it was exquisite.  How did you get that muscle control?”
	“I don’t have the foggiest idea.  But Bob, I love you so much.  And sitting like this doesn’t even hurt my bottom very much.”  She smiled warmly and said, “Do you want to know something else?  Having my thighs spread wide to welcome you inside me is the only position that really feels normal to me now.  Bob, you have made me utterly shameless.  I’m a wanton... a whore.  Just so you know, darling, there is nothing I won’t do for you or let you do to me.  Nothing at all.”
	She leaned back after linking her hands behind his neck.  She smiled at him and said, “Darling, less than two days ago I was a freelance writer — a career girl.  I set out to get a story about Bob Gordon.  Now I couldn’t care less about a story.  All I care about is having your magnificent weapon in my cunt.  Whatever it takes to get it there and keep it there, I will do.  Absolutely anything!”
	Bob smiled and said, “Anything?”
	“Absolutely anything!” she replied with a vehemence that surprised him.  He held her tightly and squeezed.  She could feel his biceps and his shoulder muscles bulge as he did.  He was crushing her breasts against his chest but all she did was make a happy noise deep in her throat.
	“I love the sound you make, Jill.  It sounds so happy and contented,” he whispered softly.
	“Maybe it’s because I am happy and contented.”  Suddenly she pushed back so she could look at him.  “Bob, how is it that you’re so muscular?  You told me that all you ever did was work at managing your business.”
	He smiled at her and kissed the tip of her nose, provoking a grin from her.  “I did a lot of construction work in college and even worked nights while I was in graduate school,” he replied.  “I honestly don’t know why the muscles haven’t all gone to flab, though.  I hope I’m not hurting you?”
	“Remember me?  The little girl in a large body?  I absolutely adore it!”  She looked at him with her green eyes gleaming.  “I used to dream about being held like this years ago, but even the dreams stopped.  I got to believe it could never happen — not even in my dreams!  Darling, I can’t tell you how glorious it feels.”
	She suddenly changed the subject, “How about that football game?  Is it time to get ready?”
	When he pulled her close to him and kissed her lovingly on the lips, her lips molded themselves to his and her tongue started darting into his mouth.  Remarkably, he could feel his cock begin to stiffen again and, from her movements on his lap, he knew that she could feel it, too.  While she continued to kiss him, he could feel her hand move his cock into position as she raised herself to allow him entry.  In moments, she was using the same astounding muscle control to squeeze his cock that was again stretching her insides.  Her kiss lingered and he could feel her heart beat faster as her excitement built.  Bob took her bruised buttocks in his large hands and began to lift her up and then lower her down again on his cock.  As he did, he was lifting her entire body weight.
	She separated her mouth from his and leaned back with her arms around his neck.  She looked at him in amazement and said, “Bob, no one can do what you’re doing.  I’m much too heavy!  You can’t lift me in the air with just your arms and shoulders like this.”
	“Okay, then I guess I’m not doing it.  It’s all in our minds, but it sure feels good to me.  Do you like it?” he asked.
	“Like it?  It’s heavenly!”  She lightly ran her fingertips over his bulging muscles.  Just then she let out an uncontrollable scream as she let go in a flood.  The involuntary contractions of her vaginal walls took him over the brink causing him to let go a torrent of cum that mixed with her own.  She closed her eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of her cunt contracting and squeezing the weapon that had impaled her.  Finally when their breathing returned to normal, she opened her eyes and saw his blue eyes looking at her.
	“Darling, I’m a very poor repository for your sexual fluids.  I can feel them running down my legs.  I can’t even keep them inside me.”  He saw a small grin form on her face as she added, “Why doesn’t it bother me, I wonder?”
	Bob continued to show off.  He rose from the chair with a casualness that was far more apparent than real while he continued to hold her body in his hands.  Carrying her into the bedroom, he gently placed her down on the bed.  She closed her eyes and relaxed.  A moment later, she felt a wonderful sensation in her cunt.  She opened her eyes and saw him lapping up the fluids from it.  His body was on the bed lying opposite to hers, placing his cock only inches from her mouth.
	She took it and started to lick it clean.  Amazingly, as she did, it started to engorge again.  In no time her head was moving up and down his now fully-erect weapon while she enjoyed the wonderful feeling of him eating her cunt.  Again they came together.  Bob was lapping her cunt furiously while she was swallowing as fast as she could.  Gently she squeezed his balls to try to get out the last drops.  Her eyes were open as she gently played with them and then used her tongue on the tip of his cock to get the last drops.
	He moved up on the bed beside her, put his arm around her, and closed his eyes.  When he opened them again he saw her emerald-green eyes focused on him.  She looked at him very solemnly.  Then he smiled at her and she smiled back.  “Bob, if I ask you a question, promise not to laugh?” she said, looking very earnest.
	“I promise, darling.  What is it?”
	“How much fluid do we have?  Your balls still seem full and yet it seems you’ve cum in me dozens of times.  I’ve been flooding out the suite with my juices.  Why haven’t I run dry?  How long can we keep this up?”
	He hugged her and smiled warmly.  “Honey, I honestly don’t know.  I’ll tell you what, though.  There are some large bookstores open nearby.  Do you want to buy some instruction manuals?  If we went to get a wedding license now, I bet they’d only give us a Learner’s Permit!”
	She laughed and then kissed him.  “Bob, I love you very much.  Let’s do it!”
	They showered and went out to a bookstore and bought a couple of books.  They dropped them off at the hotel and then left for the football game.

Chapter 5
	The limousine took them to the main gate at Giants Stadium in the Meadowlands.  They had only taken a few steps away from the car when Jill was hailed from behind.  Turning around they saw a heavy-set man running to catch up to them.  Under her breath, she whispered, “It’s Hugo Bingham!”
	Bob looked at the man puffing towards them.  Bingham was president and principal stockholder of Argus Corporation, GorTech’s leading competitor, a man Bob had always been able to outmaneuver in the marketplace.  Bingham was the joiner that he was not, so Bob had never been involved in industry meetings, conferences, or conventions.  As a result, even though he knew who Bingham was, he had never met him.
	Bingham appeared to be about five feet nine or ten.  Although he was about Jill’s height he appeared to be shorter because of his heavy build.  Bob knew that one of Jill’s early magazine articles had featured Argus.  Moreover, Jill seemed to specialize in high-technology companies which certainly included both Argus and GorTech.  Bob glanced at Jill and could tell she was not happy to see Bingham.
	“Jill!”  Bingham exclaimed as he finally reached them, “What brings you over here?  I didn’t know you liked football.  If I had, I would have asked you over years ago.  Who’s this?” he asked, indicating Bob.
	“Hugo, I would like you to meet Bob Gordon.  I’m sure you know of him, even if you may not have ever met him.”
	Hugo looked startled for an instant but then stuck out his hand, “Gordon, awfully good to meet you.  I certainly do know about you!  God knows you’ve given us fits in the market for years.”
	Bob took his hand but didn’t like the feeling.  Bingham’s hand was very soft and fleshy and he had a very limp grip.  Bob’s immediate thought was his handshake was the embodiment of the wet fish.
	Bingham looked at them and said, “Would you both be my guests in our box?  I see you have tickets.  Why don’t you just come with me?  It looks like rain and we have a great sky box here at the stadium.”
	Bob looked at Jill who he immediately sensed didn’t like Bingham at all.  But she shrugged and said, “That’s very nice, Hugo.  We would love to.”
	When they entered the stadium, Bob noticed that Jill carefully kept their ticket stubs knowing they would need them if they decided to leave the sky box and go to their own seats.  Clearly, Jill was thinking about a getaway.
	When they reached the door to the box, a girl was standing there waiting for them.  She was also very tall, although not quite as tall as Jill’s five feet ten.  Her hair color verged on gold but it had more brown in it than Jill’s did.  She had lovely blue eyes, but Jill noticed a coldness in them as she watched Hugo Bingham approaching.
	Bingham’s eyes reminded Jill of a snake’s.  They were heavy-lidded and very cold when in repose.  She decided he had all the charm and attraction to her of the snake his appearance reminded her of.
	Bingham brushed by the girl and unlocked the door.  He told her to get ready — whatever that meant — and the girl went into a room off the glass-fronted box.  She seemed to know her way around the place.  Moments later she reappeared wearing only high-heeled shoes and a diaphanous peignoir that scarcely reached her crotch.  The gown was effectively transparent revealing a magnificent figure.  Her pubic hair was a golden brown.
	She came up to Jill and said in a very soft, melodic voice, “Hello, I’m Jan.  May I take your coat?”
	Jill smiled at her warmly.  “Hi, Jan.  Thank you.  My name is Jill.  You’re very beautiful.”
	The girl smiled softly and said, “Thank you.  This is a beautiful coat and it looks lovely on you.  Let me hang it for you.”  The girl disappeared with the coat into the other room.
	While she was gone, other people began arriving at the box so Jill and Bob took seats in the corner where they could watch the game.  When she reached out her hand to him, he took it in his.  She looked at him and saw him smiling at her.  When she winked and squeezed his hand, he returned the wink and squeezed back.
	When they were seated, Jan came back and asked them if she could do anything for them.  She looked at Jill and said, “I would be happy to do you while you watch the game, if you wish.”
	Jill wasn’t sure she heard what she thought she heard.  She smiled at the girl and said, “Could you get me a beer?”
	Jan gave her a smile and said, “Of course.  Mr. Gordon, may I get you something or do anything for you?”  He said he would also have a beer.
	The game was between the Giants and the Washington Redskins, one of the oldest rivalries in the National Football League.   Nevertheless, the action on the field paled compared to what went on in the box.  Jan had brought them their beers and then circulated among the other guests.  Jill heard one overweight middle-aged woman tell Jan she wanted to be done.  She warned Jan she had to do a better job than she did the last time.  The woman proceeded to pull up her skirt revealing heavy, cellulite-filled thighs and a very hairy crotch.  Jan got down on her knees, removed the woman’s panties, and proceeded to lick her cunt.
	Finally, Jill and Bill just exchanged looks.  They were both disgusted with what they were seeing and with what the guests were making Jan do.  Without either saying a word, they nodded and got up to leave.  Jan came over to them and asked if she had offended them in any way.  Blood was trickling from the corner of her mouth — one of the other women had slapped her face hard — and there was a look of fear in her eyes.
	Hugo got up from his chair and joined them near the door.  Standing beside the girl he began to handle her body like it was a piece of meat.  Jill was appalled as she saw the girl just stand there and take it.
	“Thank you for the beer and the hospitality, Hugo,” she said, “but Bob and I found we’re more tired than we thought.  We’re going back to our hotel.”
	“Where are you staying?” he asked.
	Bob told him the Grand Hotel Hyatt.  While Hugo’s attention was focused on Bob, Jill formed the words, Suite 3001, as she looked at Jan.  Jan gave the tiniest nod of comprehension.
	Hugo said he had a room at the same hotel and perhaps they might get together.  “You know, Gordon, I was sorry to hear you sold GorTech.  You’ve been a thorn in my side at Argus for years, and I was looking forward to cleaning your clock someday.  Taking on GorTech now that it’s a part of American Computer won’t be nearly as much fun.”
	He put out his hand and Bob took it.  Again, he felt unclean after touching him.  Jill pulled the mink-lined hood of her coat up around her head.  When they were ready to leave the box, it was raining and very raw outside.  Jill saw a warning look in Jan’s eyes as she stuffed her hands into her pockets.  When she put her hand in her pocket she felt another purse in it, even though her leather clutch purse was now under her arm.  She was about to say something when she noticed a look of fear in Jan’s eyes.  She said goodbye, and Hugo went to kiss her.  She turned her head slightly so his kiss, aimed at her lips, ended on her cheek.
	They left the stadium box and the door closed behind them.  After they had moved a few steps away from the door, Jill let out a sigh of relief.  “Bob, that was awful!  That poor girl!  God, I hate that man!  He’s a reptile.”  She stopped and looked up at Bob’s face.  “Honey, the game hasn’t even reached halftime, but would you mind terribly if we left?  Could we just see the rest of it back at the hotel on cable?”  During the first half the Giants had broken out to a big lead over the Redskins.
	Bob shook his head and then kissed her softly.  “Darling, I know exactly what you mean.  I don’t know about you, but what I’ve just seen makes me ill.  Some of those people are sick!”  He went to a pay phone, placed a call, and then came back smiling.  “I’ve decided I like cellular phones.  Charley, our driver, will be out front when we get there.  He’s picking us up where he dropped us off.”
	As they reached the stadium exit, Charley came running up with an umbrella to hold over Jill’s head, but she waved him off and walked to the car in the rain.  Charley held the door open and they were quickly on their way back through the Lincoln Tunnel to Manhattan.
	When they were in the car, Bob gently lowered her hood, looked at her and said softly, “You’re very beautiful, Jill.”  He continued to study her and then just shook his head.
	“What’s wrong?” she asked with concern audible in her voice.
	“Absolutely nothing,” he replied.  “I was just trying to figure out if you’ve become more beautiful in the last two days or if it’s just that I’m madly in love with you.”
	She leaned over and gave him a kiss.  It was intended to be soft and sweet but again quickly became passionate.  When she pulled away her eyes were glazed.  She murmured softly, “Wow!”  Then he saw a very warm and loving smile.  “Bob, I think I am prettier — and it’s all your fault.  I think a girl does look more beautiful when she’s loved.  And am I ever loved!”  She took his hand and squeezed it affectionately.
	Looking down at his hand and then into her eyes, he said, “Honey, when you’re with Hugo Bingham do you feel like you’re with a snake?  My God, when we shook hands I felt like I should wash off the slime.  I guess he’s worse than a snake, though:  I understand their scales are actually dry.”
	When they returned to their room, Jill took the other purse out of her pocket and told Bob about finding it.  She told him about forming their suite number with her lips and Jan’s nearly imperceptible acknowledgment.  Bob called down for beers as they watched the second half of the game sitting side by side on the sofa.
	He looked at her and said, “Honey, I think that girl is scared stiff.  You want to help her, don’t you?”
	The surprise showed in her eyes.  “Was it so obvious?” she asked.
	“To me it was,” he replied, “And I think it was to Jan.  You do want to help her, don’t you?”
	She took his hand and gripped it.  Smiling warmly she replied, “Yes, Bob, I really do.  Do you mind?  I like the girl.  She’s pretty, but that’s not it.  She seems so... I don’t know how to say it.  She was on her knees in front of that disgusting woman, licking her cunt.  Yet she seemed to be clean while the woman appeared to be an obscene slob.  It’s weird, I know, but that’s the way it seemed to me.  Do I sound like a hopeless idiot?”
	“Honey, I know exactly what you mean and I agree with you.”
	While they were talking, the game was nearing its end.  The Giants had broken out to a big lead in the first half.  After the halftime intermission the Redskins came back strong, reducing the Giants lead to only one point.  Then the Giants drove down the field on their next possession but were stopped inside the Redskins’ ten-yard line and were forced to settle for a field goal.  Now the Giants led by four points with less than a minute to play.  With a four-point lead, the Redskins had to score a touchdown — a field goal wouldn’t help them.
	Then, with only seconds left on the clock and with the ball on their own 35-yard line, the Redskins ran a flea-flicker.  The quarterback handed the ball off to a running back going to his right.  As the defense converged and the safeties came up to stop the run, he pitched the ball back to the quarterback who unleashed a long pass.  He connected with a wide receiver who had beaten the unsupported cornerback by a step.  The receiver took the ball in full stride and took it in for a touchdown.  The Redskins won the game in the last seconds by three points.
	Their conversation stopped while Bob and Jill watched the end of the game.  After the final gun sounded, Bob turned off the television set and looked at Jill with worry visible on his face.  “Honey, why is it I’m more worried than ever about that girl right now?  I just have a hunch that those people — particularly Hugo — could turn vicious after the Giants lost the way they just did.  Do I sound weird to you?”
	“I don’t think you are at all.  In fact, I think you’re kind of nice.  Darling, all I can think of is the time I’ve wasted by not meeting you sooner,” she said, smiling warmly again.  She looked at her watch and said, “How about if I order us dinner and you see about getting another room?”
	Bob picked up the phone and called the concièrge.  He told her they were expecting another guest and asked if the second bedroom connecting to his suite was available.  When she replied that it was, he booked it.  The girl said she would be down with the additional key immediately.  A few moments later she appeared at the door and handed him the keys.
	Meanwhile Jill had been looking over the room service menu.  She was murmuring about utterly mouth-watering watercress sandwiches with water chestnuts, broiled sole with no butter and other dishes she found listed that turned Bob’s stomach.  He passed her the phone without comment.  She ordered shrimp cocktail and a Chateaubriand for two with a cæsar salad.  She also ordered a bottle of Beefeater’s, a bottle of Noilly Prat dry vermouth, and ice.  As an afterthought, she ordered a bottle of their finest cognac.
	She hung up the phone, went to Bob, and snuggled in his shoulder.  “Did I have you worried?  Wouldn’t you love a yummy watercress sandwich?”  He kissed her on the tip of her nose and she wiggled it like a rabbit’s.  “The only way you can do this,” she said, “Is if you eat a lot of lettuce and watercress.”  She looked thoughtful and then exclaimed, “Maybe that’s it!”
	“That’s what?”
	“If you eat like one, maybe you can fuck like one, too,” she answered with a grin.  He faked a spank and she recoiled in mock horror.  “I had all of that I can take for one day, sir.  Please!  Not again!”
	The meal came and they ate with gusto.  When they finished and disposed of the table, they sat together on the sofa and started to read their sex books.  Although they didn’t say anything to each other, they were just waiting apprehensively.  The Sunday night football game was on a cable channel so their attention was divided between watching the game and looking through their books.
	At ten o’clock the telephone rang and Bob answered it.  It was Hugo Bingham, screaming, “Damn it, Gordon, what have you done with her?”
	“Done with whom?”
	“That bitch, Jan!  She’s up there with you and you damn well better send her back!”
	“Jill is here with me, Bingham.  If Jan were here — and she’s not — I certainly wouldn’t tell you.  I have never seen a more abusive bunch of slobs in my life than that group you had in your box this afternoon.  Good bye!”  With that he slammed the phone down.
	As soon as he did he called the concièrge again and related parts of the conversation.  He told her that he and Jill had met Bingham at the football game and had found him to be obnoxious.  He warned her that Bingham was a registered guest at the hotel.  She thanked him and said she would immediately notify the manager and hotel security.
	He hung up and looked at Jill who appeared apprehensive.  Just then there was a soft knock at the door.  Jill was out of her seat like a shot.  Opening the door, she found Jan standing there naked except for a towel wrapped around her.  One of her eyes was blackened and even from twenty feet away Bob could see blood on her shoulders.  Jill quickly pulled the girl inside and closed and bolted the door.  She led her through the second bedroom and into the bathroom.  Running the tub with warm water, she added bath salts the hotel provided.  Then she took off the towel and helped the girl into the tub.  As soon as the towel came off, it was clear that Jan had been terribly beaten.
	She lay back in the tub and looked up at Jill with a weak smile.  “Thank you, Jill.  I’ll be fine now.  I hope you don’t mind if I try to clean myself up a bit?”
	“You’re sure you’re okay?  You don’t mind being alone?”
	The girl smiled warmly and said, “Really, I’m fine.  I’m tougher than I look.”
	Jill left the bathroom and headed back toward the sitting room.  She stopped, returned to the bathroom, and found Jan using a washcloth to try to scrub her body clean.  “Jan, would you like something to eat?  Could we order something for you?”
	This time she saw a truly lovely smile.  “Jill, I’m absolutely starving to death!  Anything short of a whole horse would be wonderful.”
	Jill left the room and closed the door.  As she picked up the phone to call room service, she heard an altercation in the hall at their front door.  Opening the door, she found Hugo Bingham along with two hotel security guards and a man wearing the Hyatt’s management uniform.  “What’s the trouble?” she asked.
	The man introduced himself as the night manager.  “There’s just been a minor disturbance.  Please accept the hotel’s apologies.”
	Bingham was struggling in the grip of the guards.  He yelled, “Give her back!  You’ve got her and I want her back.  She’s mine.”
	Jill looked puzzled.  She looked at the manager and asked, “What is he screaming about.  Who or what do I have?”
	“He claims you are hiding a girl in your room,” he answered.
	“Is he claiming we’re holding a girl in the room against her will?  We would be happy to have you come in and look around if you would ask your guards to keep Mr. Bingham company.”
	The manager seemed pleased.  They went into the suite and closed the door leaving Bingham fuming in the hall with the guards.  He introduced himself to Bob while Jill was placing the room-service order.
	After hanging up the phone she said, “The girl Bingham is looking for is here with us.  For obvious reasons, we would like the fact kept secret.  That man is violent!”  She explained that Jan had just come to their room to get away from Bingham after having been badly beaten.  “I just ordered some food for her and earlier we engaged the suite’s second bedroom for her use.  I hope there will be no problems,” she said.  They explained how they had met Jan in the first place.
	Just then the girl entered the sitting room wearing one of the hotel’s bathrobes.  She had washed and dried her hair and now looked lovely.  The contrast between her natural beauty and her black eye was stark.  She went up to the manager, who was seated talking with Bob and Jill, with her hand out.  “I’m Jan,” she said quietly.  “I guess you’re looking for me.  I apologize for causing trouble and will leave the hotel at once.”
	The manager rose as she entered the room and took her hand.  She had a firm grip and a warm smile.  He said, “I’m David Nelson, the night manager.  I’m pleased to meet you.”
	“Mr. Nelson,” she explained, “I was with Mr. Bingham and his party and escaped.  I met Mr. Gordon and Miss Peters for the first time this afternoon.  They allowed me into their suite.  I was getting a bit battered by Mr. Bingham.  He gave me this black eye.  For obvious reasons I don’t care to see him again.  However, I don’t want to leave until he is away from the door.  I don’t want to see him again, ever!”
	Just then Jan started to sway.  Nelson grabbed her and helped her to the sofa.  Jill jumped up and came back a moment later with a glass of water.
	As the girl drank some Jill looked at Nelson and asked, “Does she have to leave?  Frankly, we would like her to stay here as our guest.  She has her own room and I think you’ll agree she’s in no shape to be wandering the streets.  “It’s certainly not your fault, but this woman was physically assaulted in your hotel.”
	Nelson’s eyes widened momentarily as he heard what Jill said.  He immediately thought of a possible lawsuit for damages directed against the hotel.  To Jan he said, “Miss, please accept the Hyatt’s apologies.  We will make sure that you are not bothered by Mr. Bingham again.  He will be asked to leave the hotel at once.  We have already received complaints from several other guests about the behavior of his party.  In addition, there will be no charge for the second bedroom in this suite.  Finally, Miss Peters ordered from room service when I arrived.  I assume the order is for you; we know she and Mr. Gordon ate dinner earlier.”  He smiled apologetically at Jill and Bob as he said it.  “There will be no charge for your meals while you are a guest here at the hotel.  Will that be satisfactory?  I hope you will agree to stay with us.”
	Jan stood up, smiled warmly and held out her hand.  “Mr. Nelson, I can’t speak for Mr. Gordon or Miss Peters, but it is certainly satisfactory to me.  Thank you for your kindness.”
	Nelson smiled at her and let himself out.  Moments later the doorbell rang.  It was a room-service waiter with Jan’s dinner.  Bob made drinks for Jill and himself and they pulled up chairs around the table.
	Jan looked at them and smiled warmly.  She held out her hand and said, “I’m Janice Carson.  I am really happy to meet you both.  You’ve saved my life, and I don’t think I’m exaggerating when I say it.”
	They shook hands.  Jan declined a drink saying she would be unconscious if she had one.  They watched as she ate daintily but with relish, cleaning off a large steak dinner.  Finally, she eased back from the table and rubbed her very flat belly.  “That was so good!  Thank you both so much.”
	She then looked at Jill and Bob.  They were now seated on the sofa after Bob moved the serving table out to the hall while Jan was sitting in a lounge chair.  She smiled and said, “How did you two get together?  If you’ll pardon me for saying so, it doesn’t look like you’ve been together very long.”
	Jill smiled brightly and said, “I beg your pardon!  We’ve been together ever since Friday night!”
	“Friday night!?”
	Jill said, “Jan, I gather you’re a call girl?”
	“A prostitute is the more accurate word, Jill, but yes.”
	Jill proceeded to tell Jan how she had waylaid the bellman who had brought Bob up to his room and then responded to Bob’s desire for a tall blonde.
	Jan grinned and said, “Jill, you stole one of my customers!  I’m one of the girls on Ken’s list.  What happened then?”
	“Then Bob said I gave it all away.”
	“What did you do?”
	“She told me her fee was two hundred dollars for a night, and then she kissed me,” Bob interjected with a smile.  “It seemed to me that was much too cheap.”
	Jan shook her head and tried to look sad, but her eyes were gleaming with humor.  “That’s the trouble with this business: too much amateur competition.  Bob,” she asked, with her grin breaking through, “How much would you expect to spend?”
	“I think I said the price for call girls is five hundred and up.  I told her she would have been over a thousand.  Jill was upset.”  She was sitting close beside him with his arm around her as they talked.  He gave her a warm squeeze.
	Jill kissed Bob’s cheek and said, “Would you please tell him he’s full of shit?”
	“He’s not.  I’m sorry, Jill, but it’s true.  I get a thousand and you would get even more.  As for kissing the johns, that’s true, too,” she said with a warm smile.  “I have a question for you two:  Why did you help me?  Why were you so kind this afternoon?”  They saw tears start to appear in her eyes as she spoke.  “No one has been kind to me in an awfully long time.”
	Jill looked embarrassed but said, “Jan, I can’t speak for Bob — although maybe I can.  You were doing some ugly things that had to be making you sick to your stomach.  Even as you did them, though, you seemed... like a princess, almost.  You were so much better than the other people in the box.  Jan, their behavior was obscene.  Yours was not.  You were above it.  Does that make any sense to you?”
	“Thank you.  That’s a very nice thing for you to say, even if it isn’t true.  Jill, I’m dirty.  I’m a person you would never chose to associate with in a million years!”
	Jill glanced at Bob and said, “That’s where you’re wrong.  I can’t comment on the other, but I will comment on our association.  I think you’re a very nice person.  And maybe you can help us, if you’re willing.”
	“Jill, I said earlier that you saved my life.  If you get to know me a little better, I’m sure you will conclude it wasn’t worth saving.  But that’s neither here nor there.  Suffice it to say I will do anything for you two.  If it’s in my power to do, I will do it.  I swear it!  Now what do you want me to do?”
	Again Jill glanced at Bob who nodded.  He thought he had a pretty good idea what she was thinking about.  She said, “Could I tell you something funny?  Bob and I have had more sexual experience in the last forty-eight hours than we’ve had in all the rest of our lives combined.”
	Jan’s mouth formed an “O”, and then she started to laugh.  They noticed that it was a very merry-sounding laugh.  Her laughter grew in intensity in spite of her obvious effort to control it.  Tears of merriment came to her eyes.  Slowly she regained control, shook her head and said, “I’m so sorry!  Please forgive me.  I wasn’t laughing at you, I was laughing at the situation.  Jill, you tried to pretend to be a call girl but you had no previous sexual experience?”
	“I did, too!”  Jill protested with a broad grin.  “I slept with a man once.  I really did!  And Bob said he’s been to bed with a girl twice.”  Jill got up and went to the bedroom.  She came back with Jan’s unopened purse.  “Before I forget, I think this is probably yours.”  Jan said it was and accepted it gratefully.
	Jill sat down again, took Bob’s hand and squeezed it.  She looked at the girl and said, “Jan, would you coach us?  We actually bought a couple of how-to books yesterday.  Bob said if we went for a marriage license, they would only let us have a Learner’s Permit.  Will you?  Could you?”
	“I’ve been asked to do some strange things, but this has to take the cake!  Are you sure you know what you’re asking me to do?  You want me to watch you and Bob make love and give you some tips?”
	Bob and Jill looked at each other, grinned, kissed and turned back to face Jan.  In unison, their heads nodded and they said, “Sure do!”
	Jan just shook her head with a smile on her face.  She said, “Would you mind terribly if we start in the morning?  Right now I’m about to drop.”
	After they agreed and said goodnight, they saw Jan literally stagger towards her room.  Bob took Jill in his arms and kissed her warmly.  In moments he was caressing her bare body, and in just a few more they were in bed together, making love.  They went to sleep with Jill forming her body to his and placing his hand on her breast.

Chapter 6
	Jill Peters squeezed the hand holding her breast as soon as she awakened Monday morning.  But Bob Gordon opened his eyes, looked at her, and then rolled over between her legs.  Even though she was barely awake he could feel the usual wetness in her crotch as he slowly entered her.  He took her up to an orgasm but then just kept going.  Before long Jill was crying out as her head flopped from side to side as her loins took on a life of their own.  Finally with a scream she reached her ultimate climax and fainted.  Bob collapsed on top of her.  He could feel her perspiration and his own mixing on her body.  Slowly, he rolled off her.
	Only then did he notice Jan standing beside the bed.  She smiled and brought him a cup of coffee as he looked at Jill lying sprawled beside him.  Her arms were spread out wide and her hair was soaking wet.  Again, its natural wave caused some of it to form into dark curls.  Her body was sweat-soaked but beautiful.  Carefully, he pulled the covers up under her chin to keep her from getting chilled.
	Jan was wearing the same hotel robe she had worn the night before.  After she gave Bob a cup of coffee he smiled his thanks.  He just held it while he waited for his breathing to return to normal and then said, “How much did you see?”
	Jan just shook her head.  “I don’t know.  I heard those wonderful noises Jill was making.  I apologize.  I’m really not a voyeur.  But Bob, it was so beautiful.”  She grinned and said, “I guess it’s fair to say Miss Peters achieved orgasm!”  Bob sipped his coffee and Jill began to stir.  Jan left the bedroom and returned with the pot and two more cups.
	As she returned, Jill was moving her body languidly and finally sat up in bed resting her back against the headboard.  Her beautiful breasts were fully exposed as she slowly shook her head.  “Damn!  It happened again.”  She looked at Bob with love in her eyes and said, “Someday I’ll reach orgasm and still be conscious.”  She smiled warmly at Jan and said, “Good morning!  How are you feeling this morning, Janice Carson?”
	“Much better.  I’m fine now,” she answered warmly.  “I brought you some coffee.  Is that the way you two always wake up?”
	“It’s not the way I woke up yesterday,” Jill said with a grimace.  She then told Jan about her ten-dollar bet and the pain she had suffered.  Then she asked, “What about you, Jan?  Do you pass out when you cum?”
	The girl smiled wryly and shook her head, “The answer to that is easy.  I don’t cum... I just fake it.  I thought I knew how it was supposed to look, but seeing you two this morning, now I’m not so sure.  What did it feel like, Jill?”
	“Like heaven.  I can’t explain it.  All sensation is concentrated in my loins.  All I want is Bob.  I don’t care about anything else.”  Then she grinned at Jan and said, “Would you like to lose ten dollars?”
	“Are you serious?  You’re thinking of betting me that Bob can make me beg him to give me release?  You’re crazy!”
	Jill grinned and stuck out her hand.  “By the way, the bet’s with me, not with him.  I trust him.  Now take off your robe and get on the bed.  I think I’m going to enjoy this.”
	Jan slipped off the robe, again revealing her magnificent body along with the marks of the brutal beating around the shoulders she had suffered.  Bob told her to kneel on the bed beside him.  She did and looked down at him quizzically.  Bob just let his fingertips roam over her skin.  At first, there was no reaction.  Then, as his fingertips lightly stroked her breasts, he saw her nipples engorge.  He just kept it up.  He watched her eyes close and her back arch as she enjoyed the sensation of his fingertips roaming over her magnificent body.  Finally, his fingers went to her slit.  She responded to his touch by spreading her thighs wide to give him access.  Then he began to tease her clit which almost instantly became erect.  Finally he moved his finger up into her vagina which was now wet with her moisture.  As his stimulation continued, he could see her breathing become faster and perspiration begin to form on her body.  When she was just at the point of achieving her release, he stopped.  Her eyes had been closed as she enjoyed the sensations.  They opened suddenly when he stopped.  Bob watched as she slowly calmed down.  Then he began again.
	Jan soon began to feel like a yo-yo, going up and up and up, to be dropped again.  She lost track of the passage of time or how many cycles he had taken her through.  She remembered what Jill had said about all of her feelings being concentrated in her loins.  All she cared about or could think about was achieving release.  Again he had taken her to a crest — and stopped.
	She could take it no longer and began to cry like her heart would break.  “Please, Bob!  Anything!  I beg you!  Please give me relief.  I’m weak!  Jill, I’ll pay you anything if you’ll ask him please to release me!”
	Then she felt his fingers move again.  She had not come far down from her peak and in no time Bob had taken her back to her crest again.  She was crying brokenly and feared he would do it to her again, but this time he kept going.  Her breathing became faster and faster and she began to make involuntary noises deep in her throat.  Then, with a scream, she let go.  She could feel her insides gushing as she came.
	Bob kept manipulating her and her flow continued.  She flopped forward with her head and chest on the bed while her knees were spread wide beneath her as she poured out a steady stream of vaginal syrup.  Finally he slowed and stopped.  Carefully, she stretched out her legs on the bed, although they were still spread wide.  As she gasped for breath, she could feel him caress her now-so-sensitive ass cheeks.  It felt absolutely wonderful.  Now she was making happy noises deep in her body as Bob’s caressing slowed.
	After carefully covering her still-sweating body he got out of the bed.  Then he took Jill in his arms and kissed her soundly.  “Come on, sleepyhead.  Let’s have breakfast.”

	They took a shower together and Bob shaved while Jill washed her hair.  They put on the hotel robes and left the bedroom leaving Jan still face-down on the bed.  She hadn’t moved.  Bob ordered breakfast for three.  While they waited they read the newspapers and had more coffee from Jan’s pot.  Awhile later the breakfast appeared and moments later Jan came out from their room.  She was wearing her bathrobe and her hair was still tousled and wet with perspiration.  They both thought she looked beautiful.
	She walked by them without a word and went into her own bedroom.  A moment later she came back and sat down in a chair Bob was holding for her.  With studied unconcern, she gave Jill ten dollars.  Then she grinned broadly and said, “Now you know how it is with us professionals.  We’re always in control — not like you amateurs.”
	Then she turned to Bob and asked, “How much do you charge?  I told you I get over a thousand a day.  I know women — professionals — who would pay you five thousand!  Robert Gordon, you should be illegal!  No man should ever know women the way you do.  I coach you?  That’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard!  I didn’t think it was when you asked me, but I sure know it is now.”  She smiled warmly at Jill and said, “Do you know what?  I would infinitely rather have Hugo Bingham beating me up than let Bob torment me again.  He’s unreal!”
	Turning to him she said, “Thank you, Bob.  I’m serious now when I say you made me feel much better about myself.  Before today, there was no hope for me ever to get out of this business.  No man could ever be interested in me because I could never be truly good with him.  You can’t fake it forever.  You changed all that.  My God, did you ever change it!”  She leaned back in her chair and stretched.
	Then she looked at Jill and said, “By the way, consider me jealous.  You have found the most luscious man it’s ever been my fortune to lay eyes on!  On the other hand, looking at you, it’s clear that I’m overmatched.”  She smiled languidly and stretched again.  “What now?  What’s on the agenda for today?”
	Bob got up from the table and went into the closet.  He opened his briefcase that had been lying in the corner and took out a piece of paper.  He came back to the table and put it down in front of Jill.  “I thought you might like to see how I’m going to be paying for the breakfast.”
	Jill looked at the certified check for $120 million.  Her jaw dropped and she gasped.  She regained her composure and passed it to Jan asking, “Do you think this will enable him to afford both of us for a month?”
	Jan looked at it and smiled.  “Well, it only pays for you for about four months.  I figure about a million a day for you should be about right.  I guess Bob is going to see a banker.  What are you going to do?”
	Bob looked at the two girls and said, “I have an idea you might find interesting.  Jill, would you like to go out to Hawaii with me?  It’s getting into fall but I thought it might be nice to go out there and really unwind.”
	He turned to the other girl and said, “Jan, I am going to marry my tall friend here as soon as I can persuade her.  Would you come out to Hawaii with us?  I could get us another suite like this one so you would have your own room.  With our vindictive friend, Bingham, loose, I don’t like the idea of leaving you anywhere near him.”
	Jill looked at Bob and said, “Do I understand you correctly?  You’re proposing to take us both out to Hawaii at your expense?”
	“You’ve just seen that I can afford it.  Are you interested?”
	Jill jumped up and hugged Bob tightly.  “I can hardly wait!  When can we go?”
	He smiled and wrote out a check to Jill Peters for fifty thousand dollars and gave it to her.  “This is for you and Jan to use to buy a few things you might need.  I think Jan might like to have something to wear besides that bathrobe.”
	Jan just shook her head and slowly started to cry.  Tears started to pour from her eyes but she kept her head up straight.  Through the tears she said, “Bob, I can’t take this!  I really can’t.  You’re buying me a wardrobe, and you are taking me to Hawaii at your expense.  Why are you doing this?  Bob, I’m a disgusting slut!  I told you that.  In spite of what you did for me this morning, it’s what I am.  Please tell me why.”
	Bob looked at Jill and saw that she was looking at him with great love in her eyes.  He replied, “Because I believe you are something special.  I think you are going to make someone a wonderful wife.  I think you are going to be an all-star mother.  I just want to let it happen, is all.  Are you willing?”
	“I may be a slut, but I’m not completely crazy!  Of course I’m willing.  Jill, could I borrow a sweater and skirt until I can buy a few things?  I’ll have them cleaned for you later today.”
	Jill just glared at her new friend and went into her room.  Except for about one inch difference in height, the two girls’ figures were virtually identical.
	Bob said they could use the limousine for their shopping.  The girls got dressed and spent the next two days shopping for clothes for their trip.  In the meantime Bob made the travel arrangements.  He also joined a health club to work out so he would be in shape.  He didn’t know that the girls did, too.

Chapter 7
	They arrived in Honolulu and then flew over to Maui where they had a beautiful suite at Kapalua facing the ocean.  Jill and Bob were pleased at the change they saw in Jan.  She still had a small dark spot showing where she had the black eye but it was clearing up rapidly.  The lacerations on her shoulders had also cleared leaving no scars.  For most of the time, they swam and soaked up the sun on the nude beach.  In no time, both Jill and Jan had all-over golden tans.  Jan teased Jill and Bob because they would regularly make love lying on the beach.  Jan said she had never seen a man’s cock tan before.
	After a few days, Bob asked the girls if they played golf.  It turned out that both of them did, but neither had played in years.  They established a routine that lasted for three weeks.  Every morning they would go out on one of the golf courses with Bob playing against the girls as a team.  It proved to be a great deal of fun.  In the afternoon they would swim and lie in the sun on the nude beach.
	One night late in their second week they were sitting in their room when Jill looked up at Jan.  “Remember when you said you would do anything for us?  Did you really mean it?”
	Jan looked up from a book she was reading.  Jill noticed it was a book on industrial marketing.  The girl was now absolutely gorgeous.  Her hair had been bleached to gold by the sun so she was a vision in shades of gold.  She smiled and replied, “Now, there’s one condition.  I won’t let your fiancé manipulate my clit anymore.  That was agony!  Anything else, though.  Why?”
	Jill looked very serious and said, “Jan, the night before I met you, I was trying a last-ditch trick to get Bob to give me relief.”  She then told how she had tried to trick him into spanking her and cause her to cum by putting repeated, rhythmic pressure on her clit.  “All I got out of that was a very painful butt — and an even higher level of sexual frustration.  Anyway, I’ve been determined to have Bob take me all three ways but I still have a virginal ass.”  She looked very serious as she said, “Jan, could you help us?  Could you show us how to do it?”
	She looked at Bob who nodded his head.  “Have you ever done it, Jan?” he asked.
	“Often.  Johns seem to like to take prostitutes in the ass.  Jan, let me warn you, though, it will probably hurt.  Frankly, with a guy as big as Bob, even I would have second thoughts.”
	Jill smiled warmly at the girl and said, “Jan, I want Bob to take the last bit of my virginity.  I’m open to him.  I will take him anywhere and everywhere.  I’m his hot cunt.”  With that she started to strip off the shorts and top she was wearing.  Bob and Jan got undressed, too.  With all the time spent on the nude beach, they were used to being together naked.  They went into the bedroom and Jill asked, “What do we do now?”
	“First, we need a condom and some K-Y Jelly.  There’s no way you want to take him in your ass dry.”  The girl grinned and said, “Why don’t you take some pressure off?  I know!  I’ll bet you another ten that you can’t get him off inside you in less than two minutes.  Do you want to bet?”
	Jill grinned and said, “Sucker!  Bob, get that wonderful cock over here and inside me.  I’ve got a pigeon!”
	Jill and Bob were now so well attuned to each other that Jill’s cunt was already flowing with her fluids and his cock was fully erect.  She spread her legs wide and he entered her.  She wrapped her ankles around his neck and he started to move inside her with long strokes.  Jan watched in amazement as the two seemed to rise in passion with every thrust.  Bob, who normally worked to hold back his cuming as long as possible, now moved in a tempo to achieve release as quickly as possible.  In less than ninety seconds Jan could see them both start to cum.  Then there was a violent explosion and they both collapsed.  She could see Jill’s hands moving over Bob’s shoulders and back as her cunt worked to suck all the spend from his balls.
	Finally Bob kissed her softly and rolled over beside her on the bed.  He was still breathing hard.  “How was that for time?” he gasped.
	Instead of answering, Jan went to her purse and held out a ten-dollar bill to Jill who took it with a smile.  “The answer to your question was about a minute and a half.  What do you two do all night, anyway?  Do you know I’ve never ever seen anything like what you two just did?  You both came — not just Bob.  Jill Peters, you are too much!”
	When they were relaxed and rested, Jan explained what Jill was to do.  “Jill, try to relax your sphincter muscle as much as you can.  It’s really pretty hard to do but it’s necessary to keep from being hurt.  But are you sure you want to try?”
	Jill just rolled over on the bed.  She rested her golden head on her arms while she brought her knees up under her body to get her ass high in the air.  She asked if her position was right and Jan replied that it was perfect.  Jan took the K-Y and smeared it around her asshole and used her finger to put it inside as far as she could.  She was amazed to find that Jill was doing exactly what she had said by relaxing her sphincter.
	Bob had put a condom over his cock and Jan spread more K-Y over it.  He went up behind her and put his cock in position.  As gently as he could he tried to ease in.  Suddenly there was a pop and he was inside her.  He heard a gasp from Jill as she felt him penetrate her anus.  He eased back and then moved forward again.  It was as if his cock was in an extraordinarily tight prison.  Jill asked him please to play with her clit if he could.  He reached around and found her little love button and started to manipulate it.  Now he had achieved full penetration and he was moving in and out with very long strokes.  She could almost feel him in her belly as her head started to jerk from side to side.  Gripping her hips he continued to manipulate her clit.  He could feel himself reach his climax and then felt Jill about to go over.  He drove into her and let go.  She screamed at the sensation and he could feel a flood of her syrup soak his hand.  He collapsed on her back and she moved her legs to allow herself to lie flat beneath him.  He was lying on her back and could feel her body heaving as she slowly regained her breath.  When his cock became flaccid, he slowly withdrew.  When he did, she rolled on her back and he bent down to kiss her.  Again, there was the terrific electricity.
	Bob quickly pulled off the condom and flipped it.  He continued to kiss her and felt himself grow erect again.  He moved between her legs and saw her brilliant smile as she raised her hips and wrapped her legs around his hips.  Easing in, he penetrated nearly to the hilt in a single stroke.  Bob then leaned over and kissed her.  Her tongue darted into his mouth and he felt the electricity flow between them and he heard the bells.  His hands were fondling her breasts while his cock impaled her body on its great length.  He looked down at her and smiled.
	Jill smiled back.  Her ass hurt but the sensation had been exquisite.  Now he was in her cunt where he belonged.  He began to move slowly with long strokes inside her and in no time her head was flopping from side to side and her body began to run with perspiration.  He felt her cum once, twice, three times.  Then her orgasms became nearly continuous.  In spite of her pelvis convulsing, he continued to take her higher and higher.  She had no control over her body.  Its parts were disconnected as her whole being focused in her vagina and the mind-numbing sensations concentrated there.  She was gasping for breath as she reached for him.  Then he leaned over towards her so she could grab his shoulders.  He felt her drive her fingernails in as she came in a torrent, bringing him with her.  Her eyes closed but she successfully fought to retain consciousness as Bob collapsed on top of her.  Gently she ran her hands over his back as he lay crushing her breasts under his chest.
	He lifted himself up to look at her.  She said, “I’m a wreck again, Bob.  I’m sorry.  But I didn’t pass out!  I was awake the whole time, and, darling, you were magnificent.  Thank you!”  She closed her eyes and was almost instantly asleep.
	Bob eased out of bed and saw Jan sitting quietly in a chair watching.  He had forgotten she was even there.  After taking a shower, he went out to the sitting room and saw Jan smiling and shaking her head as he entered the room.  She got up and made drinks for the two of them and brought them back.
	“Can I assume that Miss Peters is gone for the night?  My God, Bob, I have never seen anything like that in my life.  You two are utterly exquisite together.  And all she does is complain that her hair gets mussed.”
	Bob smiled at her and said, “Jan, could you do me another favor?”
	“Anything.  What?”
	“Please tell Jill that she looks lovely.  Honestly, I do think she’s beautiful.  Her skin becomes slippery-soft with her sweat.  Her hair is tousled and just shows her curl more.  I love the girl desperately and I think she looks great!”
	He looked at Jan who was sitting still nude, while Bob had put on shorts and a golf shirt.  “Jan, tell me about yourself.  I see some of the books you read.  To say the least they’re not Gothic novels.  Incidentally, you are a vision of beauty.  You really are.”
	Jan smiled and said, “Thank you, kind sir.  As for your question, Bob, I got my MBA in June.  I did a double major in finance and marketing.  I guess it’s pretty obvious that I don’t like myself very much.  I became a prostitute as an easy way of making money fast.  I guess the money was good but it turned out not to be so easy.  Bob, I destroyed myself.  I was doing it to finance my education and did.  I wonder why I ever bothered?  Now I’m just a degreed slut.  What man in his right mind would have me?  And I have a real problem with not telling a man the kind of slut I really am.”
	Bob just looked at the girl thoughtfully.  He had come to like her a great deal.  She was beautiful, but that wasn’t the reason.  There was something about her — the same something that both he and Jill had seen that first day at the stadium.  He said, “Jan, the right man would love to have you.  You’re a princess.  You’re intelligent, warm and beautiful.  We both know you’re passionate under the right conditions.  Jan, you’re going to find that guy.  You really are.”  They finally went off to their beds.
* * *
	They had now been at the hotel for three weeks.  It was Monday morning and they went over to the golf course for their usual morning round of golf.  Their pattern was for Jill and Jan to share a cart while Bob took one of his own.  After three weeks of playing every day they were all playing well.  The girls were both very well-coordinated and were hitting the ball beautifully.
	When Bob went into the pro shop to sign for their carts, the pro, Jim Conroy, came up to him, looking anxious.  “Mr. Gordon, we have a new guest at the hotel, Peter Stewart.  He’s been here for a week now by himself.  He goes out and plays, but let’s face it: It’s not a lot of fun playing alone.  He’s ready to go out now.  Would it be possible for him to join your group and make a foursome?  It would be a real favor to me if you would let him.  He’s standing over there,” the pro said softly.  He indicated a man standing on the other side of the shop with his back to them looking at some golf clubs.  He was about Bob’s height and had short sandy hair.
	Bob said, “Of course!  I’m sure the girls would love it.  Will you invite him to join us?”
	The pro called, “Mr. Stewart!”
	The man turned and came over.  Bob saw he was a good-looking man about his own age.  He was tanned and had brilliant blue eyes that reminded Bob of Jan’s.  The pro introduced them and invited Stewart to make up a foursome.  He accepted with delight and they shook hands.  He had a very firm grip and a friendly smile.  Bob took him out to where the girls were sitting waiting in their cart.  “Pete, I would like you to meet my fiancée, Jill Peters, and our friend, Janice Carson.  Jan came out to the Islands with us.”
	The girls turned.  Pete shook hands with Jill and then looked at Jan for the first time.  It was as if the man had been hit between the eyes with a two-by-four.  He put out his hand and Jan took it in her firm grip.  Pete just looked into her eyes and held onto her hand.
	Bob said, “Jill, why don’t we rearrange the match.  You and I will play Pete and Jan.  I guess we ought to switch the bags around.  What do you think?”
	Jan said, “Mr. Stewart?  Mr. Stewart!  Will you play with me as my partner?”
	Stewart just nodded dumbly.  Bob started to move the bags when an attendant came out of the shop with Pete’s bag and put it on the cart with Jan’s.  He then moved Jill’s to the cart with Bob’s.  Jan moved over to drive, winking quickly at Bob.
	Jill got in and whispered to Bob, “See, Jan’s smart.  It’s obvious that if Pete drove, he would just drive right into the first tree they came to.”
	Pete Stewart proved to be an excellent golfer and the match was very even.  Jan and Pete finally won it one up on the last hole.  When they went into the clubhouse for drinks and lunch, Pete held a chair for Jan and then sat down.  Jill took Bob’s hand and squeezed it.  He looked at her and she winked.  They had lunch and Jill noticed how wrapped up in Janice Pete was.  He owned a company in Illinois, just north of Chicago, specializing in high-precision manufacturing.
	Bob started to talk with him about it when Pete did a double-take.  “My God, are you the Bob Gordon of GorTech?”
	Bob said he was and smiled.
	“Good heavens!  You’ve been my hero for years.  I’ve always wondered about you.  In the business you’ve always been called Superman.  You just never miss!”  Pete looked at Bob with an expression on his face that verged on awe.  He looked at Jill and his eyes widened again.  He said, “Are you the writer, Miss Peters?”
	Jill smiled and nodded.  “Don’t tell me you’ve read my articles?”
	“I must have read at least a dozen.  I don’t know how many you have written, but all the ones I’ve read have been great.”  He turned to Jan and said, “What are you famous for, Jan?”
	Jan just smiled softly and said, “Nothing I care to tell you about, Pete.  I’m just along because Bob and Jill are very nice people.  They’re particularly nice to stray cats looking for a home.  I’m a stray cat.  How is your business going?  If you know about Bob, it sounds like you’re in a related business.”
	“I am.  I’ve been getting kicked around by Hugo Bingham and Argus Corporation for years.  I guess the major reason I’ve been so impressed with GorTech is it’s the only company I know that usually beats those bastards.”  Pete reddened and said, “Please excuse my language, Jan.  It is inexcusable in the presence of a lady.”
	Jan reached for his hand and squeezed it.  “Thank you for caring.  It’s very thoughtful.”  She changed the subject back to his company.  “Pete, I don’t even know the name of your company.”
	Pete was in no hurry to release Jan’s hand nor was she in any rush to pull it away.  She enjoyed the warm contact and noticed how her slim hand was enveloped in his large one.  Idly, she wondered why it felt so good.
	He replied, “The company name is Illinois Technology.  We make good products, but that’s about it.  We need more help.  Excuse me.  Maybe Bob can advise me.”
	He looked across the table and said, “Bob, maybe you can give me some help.  My manufacturing is good but my marketing is weak and my finance function is nonexistent.  I guess those are two reasons Argus always gives us a hard time.”
	Bob grinned and said, “I don’t have any advice for you.  However, you’re holding the hand of the person who could probably handle it for you.  Jan has her MBA with a double major in marketing and finance.  Ask her.”
	Pete snatched his hand away from Jan who looked hurt for an instant.  He said, “Miss Carson, I’m terribly sorry.”  Then he looked into her blue eyes and nearly drowned in them.  He realized he had never seen such beautiful blue eyes.  He didn’t realize he was also seeing great warmth in them.  As he started to talk about his problems at the company, Jan was a very sympathetic and helpful listener.  She asked a few questions each of which showed a possible direction for improvement.
	Finally they finished lunch.  Jill had been watching the other couple with amusement.  It was obvious that Pete Stewart didn’t want the lunch to end, but the staff had started ostentatiously cleaning up around the tables.  They were the only group still in the dining room and they had been among the first to arrive.
	Pete looked at Jan and said, “What are you going to do now?”
	Jan smiled warmly and said, “We have a pattern worked out.  We play golf in the morning and swim in the afternoon.”
	Pete swallowed hard and asked, “May I join you?”
	It was obvious to Jan that it took a great act of will for him to invite himself.
	She said, “Pete, I’m not sure you’d really want to.  We always go to the nude beach.  It’s public and there’s certainly nothing to stop you, but I don’t think you’d like it.”
	This time Stewart visibly swallowed hard.  “I really do want to, Miss Carson.  May I?”
	She smiled warmly and they made arrangements to meet after they changed in their rooms.  Later, they met Pete behind the hotel where the path to the beach began.  The girls and Bob were wearing terry cloth beach robes, while Pete wore a flannel bathrobe.  Jan’s robe was white and it set off her glorious tan.  They went down the path together.  When they reached the rocky beach, as usual there was no one else there.  They went to the end farthest from the path to have the greatest possible privacy.  While Jan stayed with Pete, Jill and Bob moved another fifty yards further down the beach.
	Jan spread big towels out on the sand and slipped off her robe.  She was completely nude as she stood in front of Pete.  His jaw dropped as he saw the vision in front of him.  “My God!  You are gorgeous.”  His eyes bugged as he looked at her round, firm breasts, her flat belly and the sweeping curves of her slim hips and legs.  There was not a visible ounce of fat on her and her entire body had a golden tan.
	With great embarrassment he slipped off his robe.  Jan liked what she saw.  He was built like Bob.  He had heavily muscled shoulders and upper arms, a very flat belly, and powerful legs.  His penis was becoming fully erect and he began to blush scarlet from embarrassment.  It was becoming huge and he had a large full scrotum.  He was tanned but not as much as Jan was.  However, his loins were pale white where his bathing suit normally covered him.
	She looked at him and said, “Pete, you had better lie down and let me put some sun protection on you.  If you don’t, you’ll be in agony later.”
	Pete’s face got bright scarlet again.  He said, “I can do it, Miss Carson.  Honest!”
	Now she grinned.  “Pete, you are seeing all of me there is to see.  Do you suppose you could call me Jan?  Everyone else does, and you did earlier.  There’s something odd about a nude man calling a nude woman, Miss.  As for the sun protection, I insist.  Please believe me, Pete, we’re in the Tropics here.  The problem with Hawaii is the trade winds blow and you feel cool.  You don’t realize how intense the sun is.  Please?”
	He looked skeptical but lay down on a towel while she picked up a bottle of lotion with a very high protection factor.  He was lying on his stomach so she started on his ass cheeks and his flanks.  All she could feel were powerful muscles under his skin.
	“Turn over, Pete.  You have to.”  With obvious reluctance he rolled over on his back.  Carefully she spread the cream on his hips and groin.  Quietly, she said, “Please spread your legs.”  He did.  She carefully spread the lotion on his inner thighs and then on his balls.  Finally, she gently spread it on his semi-erect cock.
	Pete’s eyes were closed as she worked on him.  He could feel her fingertips carefully working the lotion into his skin.  He had never had such an experience in his life.  It was obvious that Jan was not bothered by the contact with his body or his sex at all.  Finally the sensation stopped and he opened his eyes.  He saw her put the lotion away and take out another bottle.
	“This has a lesser level of protection.  Even with your tan you can burn,” she said softly.  He was still on his back as Jan began at his forehead and carefully spread the lotion over his entire body.  She loved the feel of his muscles rippling under her fingers.  Finally, she told him to roll over and she did the rest of him.
	He was about to go to sleep in the sun when he felt a tapping on his shoulder.  He looked up and saw her kneeling beside him.  “What about me?” she said.  “Don’t tell me you’re one of those guys who’s all take and no give.  Would you do me, please?”
	Poor Pete turned brick red again.  Partially, it was from chagrin.  He was embarrassed that he hadn’t offered.  Mostly, though, he wasn’t sure he could stand the contact with her magnificent body.  He got up from his towel and she lay face down on hers.  With her eyes closed she handed Pete the bottle she had been using.  He knelt beside her and began to smooth on the lotion beginning at her arms and shoulders and working down her body.  Her skin was as smooth as satin without a blemish of any kind.  He worked down her body until he got to her small buns.
	Then when he skipped down to her thighs at a point well below her groin, she said, “Uh, oh!  You’re missing a lot of me.  You’re particularly missing the part of me I least care to have fried.”
	Chagrined, he went back to where he had left off on her back and started to smooth it over her buns.  Even her buttocks were very firm and smooth.  The sensation in his finger tips was indescribable.  She spread her legs wide to give him access to her inner thighs and he continued his work.  When he reached her feet she rolled over and he began again.
	He didn’t know how to put the cream on her breasts but was afraid not to try.  As he touched the golden globes, he saw the tiny pink nipples grow erect.
	She opened her eyes and smiled warmly.  “Pete, you’re not the only one who has an erection.  Thank you for what you are doing.  I know how hard it is for you and I really do appreciate it.”  She closed her eyes again and just enjoyed the sensation.
	He got down to her groin and was puzzled.  “Jan,” he asked shyly, “What do I do about your hair down here.”
	“It’s just pubic hair.  Ignore it and spread the cream.  Do you like it, by the way?  I’ve been thinking of shaving it off.”  The hair had also been bleached by the sun to the color of yellow gold.  It was a small curly patch of color on her golden skin.
	“Please don’t,” he said quickly, and was embarrassed again.  He began to spread the lotion in her crotch and her inner thighs.  He relaxed as he went down her long shapely legs to her feet.  When he finished he breathed an audible sigh of relief.
	“Was it that bad?” she asked.  “I’m sorry.”
	“Jan, it was awful!  I felt like I was polishing a statue.  There are no better figures in a museum.  But this statue is alive and warm and soft and satiny...”
	“Why Peter Stewart, you’re a poet!  Thank you so much!  But you’re exaggerating.  Look at Jill Peters if you want to see a perfect body.”  She saw Pete’s eyes widen.  “What’s wrong?” she asked.  She turned her head in the direction he was looking.  She saw Bob kneeling between Jill’s thighs while she had her legs wrapped around his hips.  She looked back at Pete and said, “Don’t let it bother you.  They’re just making love.  It’s great to be around those two.  They’re so deeply in love.  This is love in the afternoon — just a little something to tide them over until after dinner.”  She added, “I’m sorry it offends you.”
	He shook his head and said, “Jan it doesn’t offend me.  I’ve just never seen anything like it before.  Actually, it looks so natural — two people on a tropic beach.  Maybe I’m just jealous.”
	Jan couldn’t resist teasing him.  “I’m sorry you find me so unattractive.”

	She saw fire in his eyes.  “Young lady, if you weren’t here, there would be no problem.  I would just look down the beach and envy them their happiness.  With you just inches away, it’s torture.  They’re doing something I can’t do.  And if you’re not careful, you’ll be raped!”
	His comment drew no reaction from her at all.  She just said matter-of-factly, “You can’t.”
	“What do you mean, I can’t?  I’m much bigger than you are, much heavier, and — I think — much stronger, although you do have magnificent muscle tone.  What do you mean, I can’t?”
	Again her expression didn’t change.  She had closed her eyes again and settled her body into the sand.  She said softly with no expression on her face, “You can’t rape the willing.”
	He lay down on his towel and they slept.  Awhile later he felt a touch on his shoulder.  Opening his eyes he found Jan kneeling beside him again.  “How about some swimming?  Have you been in?”  Pete confessed he had just been looking at the Hawaiian water but had never gone in.  She grinned and held out her hands to pull him up.  He started to look around but then grinned wryly.  “What’s so funny?” she asked.
	“I was looking for my bathing suit,” he said.  “Pretty dumb, isn’t it?”
	“It’s the best part of the nude beach, Pete.  You don’t have a soggy bathing suit sticking to you when you get out.  Come on!”
	It came as absolutely no surprise to Pete to find that Jan moved like a porpoise in the water.  He had swum competitively but didn’t have anything like her grace.  After a while they looked up and found that Bob and Jill had joined them.  He looked at the two girls and realized how very much alike they were.  In fact, at a glance they appeared to be twins differentiated only by the color of their eyes.  The four swam and played in the ocean and then went back to their respective towels.
	Again Jill put more lotion on him and he spread more on her.  To his embarrassment, she had put additional lotion on his loins and buttocks several times earlier while he napped.  She insisted she didn’t want him fried.  Finally they headed back towards the hotel.
* * *
	When they returned to their room, Jan performed what she called her duties.  She gave both Jill and Bob massages.  She had said it was about the only useful thing she had picked up in her career as a prostitute.  When she finished and went back to her room to take a shower, Jill followed her into the room and motioned her to the bed.  “Young lady, it’s about time there was some reciprocity around here.  Lie down and let me do you.  How was your day with Pete?  He’s madly in love with you, you know.”
	Jill started to kneed the girl’s body, and said, “This is fun.  You feel so good!”
	Jan’s eyes were closed and she murmured, “Why do you think I give you and Bob massages?  Jill, I’ve worked on the most obscene pieces of human flesh you could imagine.  I was paid to.  With you and Bob it’s glorious... and it is fun.  The two of you are just too much!”  She enjoyed the sensation.  Jill had her roll over on her back and continued to work on her body.  “Jill, do you really think Pete likes me?  What can I do?”  The girl’s face fell, then brightened.  “Maybe he’ll take me as his mistress?  Do you think he might?”
	“No, I don’t,” Jill replied without any amplification.  “Okay.  You’re all set.  I’m going to take a nap.”  With that she left the girl alone in her room.
	At six-thirty they were in the sitting room of their suite about to have drinks before dinner.  When the doorbell rang, Jan went to answer it.  It was Pete accompanied by a hotel waiter with a serving cart.  “Jan, I couldn’t stay away.  I took a chance you would be here so I arranged for some hors d’oeuvres and cocktails.  May I come in?”
	Pete looked very handsome.  He was wearing dark slacks, a natural-colored linen jacket and a conservative sport shirt.  He entered and shook hands with Bob and Jill.  The waiter set up the appetizers while Bob made Pete a drink.  Bob and Jill were amused to see that, although he had ostensibly come to see all of them, he had eyes only for Jan.  After they had chatted awhile, he blushed and asked if Jan could have dinner with him.  She looked at the others who instantly said it was a great idea.  She accepted with a small smile.  After cocktails she and Pete went off together.
	At dinner he just looked at her.  Jan thought she looked good.  She was wearing a sleeveless white silk dress that followed the contours of her body perfectly.  She said, “To set your mind at ease, Pete, I’m wearing the dress, shoes, and a bikini.  I hope I’m not embarrassing you.”
	He just looked at her and smiled softly.  “Jan, how could you possibly?  I spent the afternoon running my fingers over your bare body.  There’s one thing I don’t understand, though:  When I get near you, my whole body starts to shake, but when I work the lotion into your body, you’re so relaxed.  How do you do it?”
	She smiled and said, “Pete, call it practice.”
	They ordered and ate dinner.  Jan later didn’t have the foggiest idea what she ate.  It might as well have been sawdust.  They talked about Illinois Technology and she continued her questioning.  She even volunteered to do some analytical work on marketing and finance if he could get her the necessary information.  She promised to give him a list of the information she needed the next day.
	There was an orchestra playing and a small floor for dancing.  Pete asked her if she would care to dance with him.  He did it with reluctance because he felt he had two left feet, but his desire to hold Jan in his arms had finally overcome his shyness.  They reached the floor and she held up her arms.  He took her in his arms and they began to dance.  She moved close against his body and they moved very easily together.  He looked down and found her looking up at him with her lips only inches from his own.  Then he leaned down and kissed her.
	It was light and soft and lovely.  Pete found himself floating.  She had kissed him back!  She hadn’t even moved away.  All he noticed was a wonderfully soft, throaty sound coming from deep inside her.  They continued to move on the dance floor and were still in each other’s arms when the music stopped.  Jan shook her head to clear it and led Pete back to the table.
	They made arrangements to meet for golf in the morning as Pete was walking her back to the suite.  When they reached the door she turned and came into his arms as if it was the most natural thing in the world.  She tipped her head up and he kissed her.  Her hands were behind his neck and she held on as she felt her knees turn to water.  Her tongue darted into his mouth like a small snake.  She loved it!  She could hear bells ringing and could feel a flow of electricity between them.  Gently, she disengaged and said very softly, “Thank you, Pete.  It’s been a wonderful evening.”  With that she opened the door and disappeared into the suite.
	She stood with her back to the door, waiting for her head to clear.  As she did, she saw Jill sitting in a lounge chair smiling at her warmly.  “How was it?” she asked.  “From the look on your face I would say it was great.”
	As Jill watched, she saw her friend’s face change expression.  From rapture, it moved quickly to despair.  In just moments her face had crumpled and she was on the sofa crying like her heart was broken.  It was.  Jill jumped out of the chair, went to her and took her in her arms.  “What’s wrong?  Why the tears?”
	Jan looked up at her friend with tears streaming from her eyes.  “I love him, Jill.  I’m sure of it now.  But I’m a prostitute.  What can I do?”
	“Just don’t worry about it.  I’m sure it will work out.  I think Peter Stewart is a hell of a lot nicer than you think he is.  I think he loves you desperately, too.  And you know something else?  I think you’re probably the most beautiful girl available in the country.  How about that?”  She got up and held out her hands to Jan.  “Come on, let’s go to bed.  You can dream pretty dreams.  But Jan, could I ask you a question?”
	Jan’s tears had stopped.  She looked at Jill and said, “Of course.  Anything.”
	“You said prostitutes didn’t kiss men.  How was his kiss and how long has it been?”
	Jan smiled warmly through the tears and said, “I can’t remember how long it’s been.  I do know I’ve never had a kiss like it in my life.  And it was heavenly!”  She brightened and winked, “Good night!”

Chapter 8
	The next morning Jan asked Bob if he could get a computer for her.  He just grinned and two days later a very powerful personal computer was delivered to her room from the mainland.  She set it up in her bedroom and began to use it.  Pete was as good as his word.  Soon, marketing and finance information started to arrive in a flood from Illinois.  She found out Pete was planning to stay in Hawaii for four weeks and he had three weeks to go.  Since their plans were indefinite, Jill and Bob were delighted to extend their stay as well.  Jill’s comment was, “Jan, we’re in Paradise.  Why in hell should we be in a rush to leave?”
	Starting the second morning, the foursome slipped into a continuing pattern.  They played golf in the morning and swam in the afternoon at the nude beach.  After a couple of days Pete found out that Jan also played tennis, so they started playing early in the morning before breakfast.  Although they had been together for only a few days, Jan was desperately in love with him.  She was no closer to a solution to her problem, though.  When Jill teased her about getting up so early to play tennis, Jan’s reply was, “I can’t sleep anyway thinking about him and listening to you two make love.  I might as well play tennis.”
	By this time Pete had an all-over tan as well, but they still put sun protection on each other’s body.  In what had become a regular pattern for them, she and Pete were lying together on the beach while Bob and Jill were about fifty yards farther down.  Pete was spreading the lotion on her, but this time it was different.  When he reached her breasts his fingers felt different on her skin.  He was caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples while appearing to be only spreading on the lotion.  In no time her small pink nipples were fully erect.
	Jan had been lying on her back with her eyes closed.  She opened them just enough to watch him as he ran his hands softly over her beautiful tanned globes.  It felt marvelous.  Then he moved down her body and reached her loins.  She spread her legs to allow him to spread the lotion on her inner thighs the way he usually did.  Again, this time was different.  His fingers moved up her thighs to her lower lips.  Seemingly by accident, his finger went up and down her slit just brushing her clitoris which jumped to attention to greet his finger.  He continued to work on her and was rewarded by seeing drops of wetness appear at her cuntal opening.
	Jan said softly, “What are you doing?  Are you trying to destroy me?”
	Pete leaned over and kissed her lips.  While he did, his hand ran lightly over her breasts again.  Jan’s hand went around his neck and held him in position while she kissed him back.  Finally, she released him and he rose to a kneeling position beside her.
	“Pete, that wasn’t fair,” she said softly.
	She saw his blue eyes were dancing.  He said, “Jan, I will apologize abjectly if you can honestly say you didn’t like it.  Can you?”
	“You bum!”  she murmured.  “Now it’s your turn.  Lie down.”
	He looked at her skeptically but lay down on his stomach on his towel.  Jan began to spread the lotion over his body.  She had loved the feel of his strong hands on her body but at the same time was consumed with a passion that had no release.  She loved the feel of his body under her fingers.  In the time she had known him, his tan had become darker and his heavy muscles had gotten even firmer.  When he rolled over on his back she began working on his arms and shoulders, feeling his muscles rippling under her fingertips.  She longed to feel those muscles crushing her body to his.  Finally, she got down to his flat belly and then to his groin.  She spread more lotion on her hands and took his penis in both of her hands.  She spread the lotion the length of it and watched as it started to grow erect.  She continued to tease it and began to handle his balls as well.  She saw his eyes open and he watched her gently massage his sex organ.
	“Jan, what are you doing to me?” he asked.
	“I’m putting sun screen on your body.  What does it look like I’m doing?”
	“It looks like you’re massaging my... my... my private parts.”
	She was kneeling beside him on the sand.  Then she rocked back on her heels with her back up straight and her shoulders back.  It caused her breasts to stand out proudly and, with the sexual excitement from handling his cock, her nipples were engorged and standing erect.  She said, “Pete, I will apologize abjectly if you can honestly say you didn’t like it.”  She smiled down at him as she spoke the same words he had used to her moments earlier.
	He grinned up at her and said softly, “Touché”  He pulled himself up and rolled on his side.  He supported his head on his hand and looked at her.  “Jan, I love you desperately.  But I guess you already know that.  Do you care for me at all?  Maybe just a little?”
	Her face was impassive.  Her hands were in her lap as she looked at him.  Softly, she said, “Not a little, Pete.  I love you more than life itself.”  She just knelt there looking at him while maintaining an impassive expression on her face.
	Pete jumped up from the towel and knelt facing her.  “Jan, do you know what you just said?  I could have sworn I heard you say you love me?”
	Still she didn’t move or change expression.  “Pete, I adore you.  I said I love you more than life itself.  I mean it.”
	Suddenly Pete’s face beamed.  His smile was joyous as he pulled her to him.  He gathered her in his arms and hugged.  Her breasts were mashed against his hairy chest and her lips were covered by his.  Their kiss was filled with love and passion.  Meanwhile, he could feel her moving her chest against his, overcoming the pressure of his embrace.  He released her and said, “Jan, I’m sorry!  Was I hurting you?”
	She smiled up at him and shook her head.  “Please hold me just the way you were.  Pete, I’m a big girl.  You can’t hurt me.  I was just doing something I’ve dreamed of doing since the first day I met you.  I was chafing my nipples against your hairy chest while you squeezed me.  Darling, it feels indescribably wonderful.”
	He held her tightly and again felt the wonderful movement of her breasts against his chest.  Then he kissed her again and decided it really was as wonderful as he first thought it was.  Finally he relaxed his grip and moved his head back in order to look at her face.  He saw her eyes were closed and there was a lovely look of happiness on her face.  She opened her eyes and he could see they were glazed with passion.  He smiled at her and she smiled back at him with a beautiful smile.
	Pete was still holding her around her waist.  He said, “Jan, when can we get married?”
	Her smile died as she replied, “We can’t, Pete.”
	He looked stunned.  It was as if someone had hit him over the head with a club.  “Why not?  Darling, I love you.  I’m single.  I’m free to marry.  You’re a Miss, so you’re single, too.  I don’t care if you have been divorced or... or anything.  I just want to marry you.”  Suddenly his face fell.  “Of course!  It’s Illinois, isn’t it?  You’re used to the city and the excitement...”  He brightened again.  “That’s easy: I’ll just sell the business!  I’ll get enough from selling it that we can get a new start anywhere you want to live.  You can have your career, Jan...”
	She just shook her head and tears were now flowing unchecked down her cheeks.  “Pete, no!  Pete, I’m an Iowa girl.  I would love it in a small Illinois town.  A career?  What a joke!  Darling, my idea of the ideal career is to be barefoot and pregnant with one of your babies suckling at my breast.”  Then she brightened and said, “Pete, I would be proud to be your mistress, though.  Perhaps I could even be your concubine and carry your children in my belly.  But married?  That’s ridiculous and just plain impossible.”
	Pete released her and rocked back on his heels.  They were now kneeling facing each other with their knees touching.  Pete looked at this glorious golden girl who said she loved him.  He thought of the other girls he knew.  They all used makeup to cover failings in their complexion and used fashion to conceal or lessen defects in their figures.  Here was this girl looking at him who was utterly perfect.  He knew she wore no makeup.  He knew her body was flawless.  He had personally touched every square inch of it dozens of times.  She said she couldn’t marry him, yet she said she loved him.  “Tell me, Jan.  What’s the trouble?” he said with his eyes fixed on hers.
	“Do you remember asking me what I’m famous for?” she asked softly, with tears streaming down her cheeks.  “I said Bob and Jill took in stray cats and I think I remember saying I was a cat.  I am.  I’m an alley cat from a filthy, disease-ridden alley, living on the garbage!  The fact is, I’m a prostitute, Peter.  I sell my body for money.  I’m terribly used.
	“You are so wonderful!  You need a girl who’s clean and new and sparkling, not one who’s been used by everyone for everything foul and obscene that you could possibly imagine.  Pete, I’m dirty!  I’m filthy!”  Her face dissolved in tears but she continued to kneel upright with her head still up straight.  Her only concession to her misery was to close her eyes.  Still the tears continued to stream from under her closed eyelids.
	Suddenly she felt herself being lifted in his powerful arms.  She opened her eyes and found that Pete had just lifted her up the way she had seen Bob lift Jill.  He sat down on his blanket, still holding her as if she only weighed a couple of pounds.  He set her down across his lap, wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her face down to his shoulder.  He stroked her hair, murmured endearments, and asked her please not to cry.
	She opened her eyes and there was fire in them.  “Peter Stewart, you didn’t listen to a thing I said!  I told you I was a prostitute.  That’s a whore, a hooker, a slut.  Peter, let me go this instant before you contract something vile.”
	She looked into his eyes and all she saw was love.  He said softly, “Are you finished, yet?  Darling, I heard you very clearly the first time.  Actually, there’s an advantage to your profession that I’m embarrassed to tell you about.”  He allowed her to move a small distance away from his chest so he could focus his eyes on hers.  “Darling, I’m a virgin,” he said with his face becoming beet-red.  “I’ve never been with a girl in my life!  I’m so glad I met you out here in Hawaii because I got to see you nude and run my hands over your body.  I’ve never touched a girl before.  You have the first cunt I’ve ever seen.  You could show me how to make love to you.”
	He lay back on his towel and pulled her down on top of him.  She placed her folded arms across his broad chest and rested her chin on them.  She looked up at his face.  “Do you mean to tell me you want lessons?”
	Suddenly he grinned.  “You said you’re a prostitute.  How much do you charge by the hour?”
	A kaleidoscope of emotions passed over her face.  “Peter Stewart, you’re terrible!”
	He pulled her body up on his, reveling in the feeling of her turgid nipples scraping across his chest.  He could tell from the look on her face that she, too, loved the sensation.  Her face was now above his.  He pulled her head down and began to kiss her thoroughly.  This time he began to run his fingers over her back and down to her firm buttocks.  When both hands were over them, he squeezed gently and then harder.
	She separated her mouth from his to let out a moan of pleasure.  “Please stop, Pete!  Please!  I can’t take it any more.”
	“But you’re a prostitute.  You’re supposed to be able to take it.  Incidentally, I didn’t think you kissed the customers.”
	“I don’t!”  she wailed.  “Please stop!  My cunt’s on fire!”  She lowered her head and kissed him again.  Every ounce of love for him flowed from her lips to his.  As he continued to squeeze her buttocks with his large hands, she found she really couldn’t take it any more.  She rose up above him and moved down so her legs straddled his loins.  She had felt his enormous erection between her legs.  Now she straddled him and placed the red tip of his cock at the mouth of her vagina.
	Carefully, she lowered herself down on him.  Her cunt had been flowing with her juices because of his caresses and now it was flooded as she eased down on him.  In spite of all her prior experience, she was amazed at the sensation.  He was too big for her!  She found she had to move her hips around and move slowly up and down until finally he was fully inside her.  Starting with just a little penetration he was now in all the way to the root.  She closed her eyes and sighed, “Pete, that feels so wonderful!  You can’t know!”  Then she leaned forward and kissed him softly.
	Pete lay on his back and looked at this golden girl who had impaled herself on his sex.  He watched as she flipped her head to get her hair out of her eyes.  Then she started to rise and fall on his cock.  In an instant he felt a small flow of his juices.  She continued her pelvic motion, rising until his cock almost came out and then dropping to take in its full length.  He saw her start to perspire in spite of the cooling breeze passing over them.  She took him up and up.  When she stopped, he could feel her pelvis shake as she achieved an orgasm while she tried desperately to keep from bringing him over the brink.  She resumed her movement and brought him higher and higher still.  He thought he would pass out from the exquisite sensation.
	Jan’s head was flopping from side to side and her body was moving in disjointed fashion, but still she kept control of her cunt and the shaft she had trapped inside it.  Finally, she could restrain herself no longer.  She took him over his crest and he began to flood her vagina with his cum.  At the same time he could feel her cum in rivers of cuntal fluid.  As she collapsed face down on top of him, he could feel the involuntary contractions of her cunt as it kept working to drain his balls.  He wrapped his arms around her and reveled in the feeling of her smooth cheek resting on his chest.  He listened as her rapid breathing slowly returned to normal.  With a finger he moved a ringlet of her hair out of her eye.  She smiled softly as she could feel his finger move her hair while her eyes were still closed.
	With his cock still inside her he wrapped his arms around her and rolled over.  Now she was on her back on the towel and he was above her.  He could feel his cock regaining its full erection while it was still inside her.  She moved her legs and lifted her hips to allow her legs to reach his shoulders where she loosely crossed her ankles behind his head.  He started to move in her body slowly.  Pete had watched what she had done.  He found that with her legs high he could achieve total penetration.
	Whenever he thrust all the way in, he heard her give a little gasp.  “Pete, you reach up past my stomach!  You completely fill my whole insides.”
	He slowly withdrew his full length and then went in again.  He watched her perspiration start to flow again.  Soon she was running with rivers of sweat.  Even her scalp and hair were soaked.  When he ran his fingers gently over her body, he found it slippery-soft to his touch.  Then he worked to bring her up and up the way she had done to him.  She achieved an orgasm but he didn’t change his tempo.  He just took her higher and higher.  Soon she lost track of the number of times she had cum.  Her whole being was concentrated in her cunt.  She went higher, and even higher.  Jan found she could scarcely breathe.  She was gasping for breath and her head was tossing from side to side.  While her arms were flailing and her legs were shuddering, she let out involuntary screams of ecstasy.  Her pelvis took on a life of its own as her orgasm became essentially continuous.
	Finally, he came in a flood and saturated her vagina with his cum.  He lowered himself on top of her while supporting his weight on his hands.  Then he lowered himself even more to rest his weight on her body.  As she felt his weight on top of her, her eyes were glowing with love when they opened.  He couldn’t resist teasing her.  “Was that all right for Lesson One?  Do I pass?”
	Jan felt totally drained.  She had never had such an experience in her life.  She was so exhausted she couldn’t even talk.  She finally gasped, “You may be adequate after you get some practice, Darling!”  Jan could not even keep up the pretense.  “That was perfect!  You couldn’t possibly be any better!”  Just then she felt the coolness from a shadow falling on her.  She looked up and saw Jill and Bob standing above them.
	“And what are you two doing?” Jill asked.  “If I didn’t know better, I would almost swear you have been making love.”
	Pete was still inside her.  He looked up and grinned.  “Jill, we’ve been talking.  I think I’ve almost persuaded Jan to marry me.  She takes a lot of convincing, though.”  He started to move inside her again, having regained his erection for the third time.
	Jan looked up at him in alarm, then over at Jill.  “Jill, help!  It turns out Pete’s a virgin and he’s trying to make up for all that lost time in a single afternoon.  He’s killing me!”
	Jill just grinned.  “Janice Carson, now I feel better.  I haven’t ever seen a girl look like such a physical wreck the way you do now, except when I look in the mirror after Bob makes love to me.  Carson, you’re sweating like a pig, your hair is a mess, your arms and legs move like they’re detached from your body...  In short, you look just like me.  When you get tired of playing, we’ll see you in the water.”
	Pete took her one more time.  It was a replay of the first two.  After recovering, he got up and held out his hands.  She put her hands in his and allowed him to pull her to her feet.  She stood close to him and put her arms around him.  He asked softly, “Was it good for you, Jan?”
	She looked up at him and her eyes were shining.  “Pete, I didn’t think it could be that good.  Ever!”
	Pete teased her.  He said, “Jan, there’s one thing I don’t understand.  How can you take dozens of men a day when you come apart like that?  You do a hell of a job of faking excitement, too.”
	Jan glared at him and started to beat on his chest with her small fists.  “Peter Stewart, I hate you!  You’re impossible!”
	He just smiled down at her and ignoring her fists pulled her close to him and kissed her soundly.  As his lips met hers, he could feel her try to talk.  That stopped immediately.  Then her fists stopped pounding against his chest and she put her arms around him.  Their kiss was warm and loving.
	Then he finally eased away and said, “I am impossible, but I really don’t think you hate me.  Janice Carson, I love you very much.”  He kissed her again and then picked her up over his shoulder.  She started to pound on his back with her fists again, but he just walked out into the deeper water and dumped her in.
	She splashed when she hit the water.  Then she just stood up and used the warm sea water to wash off the sweat from her body.  Pete thought she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.  With the water dripping from her hair, she waded up close to him and said, “Pete, were you serious?  Do you think you love me?”
	He took her in his arms and tasted the salt on her lips.  “No, Janice.  I don’t think I love you.  I know I do.  I love you more than life itself, my darling!”
	They spent the rest of the afternoon playing like porpoises in the water.

Chapter 9
	When they returned to the room late in the afternoon, Jan went to her room.  She took a shower, washed her hair and then lay down on her bed.  She was amazed to find her cunt was sore and her legs ached.  In spite of being a professional, it had never, ever been like it had been today with Pete.  She was staring at the ceiling reflecting on the events of the day when she heard a soft knock at the door.  “Come in,” she called, and Jill entered the room with two drinks.  Jan pulled herself up to a sitting position as Jill smiled warmly and handed her one.
	“How do you feel?” the girl asked.
	Jan looked at her friend and smiled wryly.  “Like a wrung-out dishrag.  How the hell do you think I feel?  How do you feel?”
	Jill smiled brightly.  “I’m an old hand at this now.  I’ll have you know that now I only pass out four times out of five.  It used to be every time!  And I hope you also noticed I could walk back to the hotel under my own power without my legs collapsing even once!  Jan, I’m so happy for you.  I can’t tell you how beautiful you look right now.
	“Would you please listen to me and try to understand?  The first time Bob and I saw you there was something about you that stood out.  Now you look absolutely marvelous — and it isn’t just your glorious tan.  Your eyes sparkle and you look gorgeous.  I’m five feet ten and you’re five, nine.  You’re a big girl, too.  Yet you look like a little girl.  Somehow you look soft and vulnerable... and very well loved.”
	Jan stretched on her bed and her beautifully-toned muscles moved beneath her skin.  She said, “Pete is just like Bob.  They’re about the same height and have the same build.  He can be so gentle and tender, but when he wants to he can handle me like I’m just a feather.  God!  I think about him picking me up like I weighed nothing and holding me in his arms.  All I could feel were his muscles rippling around me.”  She smiled warmly and said, “From the look on your face you know exactly what I mean!”
	“Of course I know,” Jill replied with her eyes gleaming.  “Jan, I was always a big geek.  I envied the little girls who were so studiedly cuddly and cute.  ‘Five feet ten’ and ‘cuddly’ are a phrase and a word that are never juxtaposed.  Yet Bob makes me feel that way.  As for you, you are absolutely gorgeous.  I’ve never seen a woman look as lovely as you do now!”
	“Have you looked in a mirror lately?” Jan asked with a grin.  “Now what’s on the agenda for tonight?  Pete and I were in such a state of shock it never occurred to me even to ask.”
	“I suspect he’ll be over here in a bit.  Are you going to greet him that way?”  Jan was lying naked on her bed and looked like a sleek, contented cat.  “We don’t mind, you understand.  I was just asking.”  Jan looked for something to throw at Jill as the girl quickly retreated from the room.
	When the doorbell rang, Jan was sitting going over some of the financial information Pete had given her.  She put it down on a table and opened the door.  When she did, Pete immediately took her in his arms and kissed her.  She put her arms around his neck and returned his kiss with increasing passion while Bob and Jill just watched.  When she thought her knees would support her weight again, she released him.
	Pete smiled at her warmly while he still had his arms around her waist.  “Why do you do that?” he asked.
	“Do what?”
	“Hold on to my neck the way you do.”
	“To keep from collapsing on the floor.  Pete, when you kiss me my knees turn to water.  They just won’t support my weight.  At least, I don’t think they will.  So I hold on.”  Her eyes were warm and full of love, but they now reflected concern.  She asked, “Do you mind?”
	“You’ve got to be kidding!  Me?  Mind?  Jan, there is nothing I can think of that makes a man feel better than having a beautiful woman’s arms around him.”  He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose.
	Jan grinned up at him and wiggled her nose.  Pete said it was the cutest thing he had ever seen.  Jan said, “Peter Stewart, women my size can’t be cute.  We’re too big.”
	Pete just smiled and picked her up in his arms with no apparent effort.  He carried her into the sitting room and set her down in a chair.  “You’re cute!”  he said with a smile.  “And small and cuddly and warm and wet...”
	He looked at her and then picked her up again.  She started to squeal, but he ignored her.  He then sat down on the sofa and lowered her to his lap.  “This is even nicer,” he said softly.
	Jill had started to laugh.  Bob picked her up as easily as Pete had picked up Jan.  Then he carried her over to the sofa and sat down next to Pete with Jill now sitting on his lap facing Jan.  He kissed her on the nose and then grinned at Pete.  “This is fun, isn’t it?”
	Bob still had his arms around Jill’s waist.  “You big ape!” she said, “Let me go!”  In spite of the words, though, she was nuzzling his cheek and had her arms around his neck.  She let out a big sigh and said, “Jan, I guess this is pretty nice.  I’ve decided I love being Bob’s plaything and sex object.”
	She looked at Jan whose cheek was resting on Pete’s chest and said, “He’s right, you know: you are cute.”  She looked at Bob and said, “Honey, if you let me up I’ll get the drinks and come right back.”  He released her.  She made Pete a drink, freshened theirs and brought them back to the sofa.  Then she got back on Bob’s lap.
	Jan smiled softly and said, “Aren’t we a group?  Pete, I’m out here in Maui with Jill and Bob to provide coaching in sex.  As you could see they don’t need any.  Kids, do you know what I found out today?  Pete had never been with a girl before.  Jill, you had done it once and Bob, twice.  Do you realize you three average one event apiece over your lifetimes?”  Then she grimaced and added, “We won’t talk about me, though.  Now would you two please talk some sense to this big lug?  Please?  He can’t understand why I won’t marry him.  I’ve decided I need to be his mistress — I can’t live without him — but married?  It’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard!”
	Bob looked at Pete and said, “We’ve been listening to the young lady bleating, Pete.  What do you say?”
	Pete kissed Jan softly on her cheek and looked at Bob.  “What is there to say?  She’s intelligent, she’s beautiful, she’s witty, she’s educated.  We like the same things.  What more could a man want in a wife?”
	“A wife who’s not a whore!”  she wailed before Bob could respond.
	“Jan,” Bob asked, “when was the last time you reached orgasm with a man?  And I mean before this afternoon.”
	“Never,” she said in a near-whisper.
	“When was the last time you heard bells and felt a flow of electricity when you kissed a man?”
	“Never.”  She looked at Bob with sparks coming from her eyes.  “Bob, you’re not fair.  I love Pete... desperately!  But I already said that.  That’s not the point.  The point is I’m a dirty, filthy slut!”  She snuggled closer to Pete and added, “I don’t understand why you people associate with me, let alone let me share your suite.”
	Jill entered the conversation.  She said softly, “Because you’re a princess.  Because you’re the loveliest girl I have ever met.  Because you’re a very lovely person.  Jan, I’m a writer.  I’m using the most appropriate word possible to describe you: lovely, as in ‘inspiring love or affection’.  You do, you know.”
	Pete looked at Jill warmly, “Thank you, Jill.  I could never have said that in a million years, but you’re exactly right.  I absolutely adore this girl and want her to share my life.  I can’t get her to accept it, of course, but I want her to marry me before she wakes up!  I can’t for the life of me understand why she would care to associate with me.  I’m just a country bumpkin who met a princess.  I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth!”
	“Second luckiest,” Bob interjected.  “You come behind me.”  He kissed Jill’s soft cheek, and when she turned to face him kissed her lips.  Jan and Pete could see the girl’s body melt against his.
	Pete kissed Jan’s cheek as well.  When she turned her face, he kissed her lips.  He could feel her fire and passion as well as her love.  She finally released him in order to breathe again.  When she looked at him, he saw the love for him glowing in her eyes as she said, “Pete, are you sure?  There’s something you should know before you say anything.  That pig, Hugo Bingham, was one of my biggest customers.  What if he tells everyone?  And he would, too.”
	“Darling, I don’t care.”  He grinned at her and said, “Will you move down to my room with me?”
	Just then Bob said, “Pete, Jan has her computer set up and is really settled in up here.  Why don’t you move in up here with her?”  They discussed it back and forth and the conversation kept going over dinner.  Finally they agreed Pete would move into the suite but only after Bob agreed to let him pay for half of it.
	They went back up to their rooms after dinner.  When they entered the suite, Bob and Jill headed straight for their room and Jan headed for hers.  Pete just stood in the hallway.  “Aren’t you going to kiss me goodnight?” he asked.
	Jan stopped and turned around as the smile on her face faded.  “Darling, I’m not nearly ready to kiss you goodnight.  There’s lots to do before that happens.  What are you waiting for?”
	“I’m waiting for my kiss so I can go to bed,” he replied with his face impassive.
	“I don’t understand.  Didn’t you ask me to marry you?” she asked with concern becoming more apparent in her voice.
	“Of course I did,” he replied.  “And I’m still waiting for an answer.  The last thing I heard was that you thought it was a terrible idea.  Something dumb about not being worthy of me or something else, equally stupid.”
	Her concern was rapidly turning into alarm.  Jan didn’t understand what Pete was doing.  He had remained standing close to the door so she retraced her steps and stood close to him looking up at his face.  As she did, Jan gave an involuntary shiver of excitement.  She was a tall girl and wasn’t used to looking up at men.  “But darling, I told you I love you.  I love you desperately,” she said.  “Now please come to bed so I can show you how much I do love you.”
	Pete shook his head stubbornly.  “Darling, I can’t wait to share a bed with you.  I even agreed with Bob that we’ll split the cost of the suite and I’m paying for your half beginning today.  I can’t tell you how anxious I am for us to get married so we can.”
	Jan’s jaw almost dropped.  She didn’t believe what she was hearing.  “Are you saying you won’t sleep with me until I marry you?  You can’t be serious.”
	Now Pete just smiled at this golden girl that he loved so much.  He reached out, took her into his arms and said softly, “I’m very serious.  I was thinking about it at dinner.  At first, I was all set to sleep with you tonight.  But Jan, I’ve waited over thirty years to sleep with a girl.  I find a girl... I would call her the girl of my dreams but I never dared even to dream about a girl as wonderful as you.  I guess I can wait a couple of more days.”
	He smiled down at her warmly.  “Haven’t you ever heard the man’s line, ‘Just because you want some milk, there’s no need to buy the cow?’  Darling, I’m taking a terrible chance: I’m betting that you’re as honest as you appear to be.  I think you do love me... at least a little bit as much as I love you.  So all I’m doing is what women have done for ages until they got very dumb recently.  You can’t have the milk unless you buy the cow.”
	Pete’s arms were around her and she leaned back against them.  She looked up at him incredulously and said, “Do you mean to tell me that you won’t make love to me again until I marry you?”
	He shook his head and said, “No, darling, I’m not that stupid.  I said I won’t sleep with you or share your bed until you do.  Besides, I need to be able to caress you and kiss you.  First, I need it to live.  Second, I need to keep reminding you of why it is you really want to marry me.”
	He pulled her close and kissed her softly.  Their passion quickly mounted as the electricity in their kiss flowed between them.  First, Janice used her tongue like a tiny snake to explore his mouth.  Then she pulled away from him just far enough to reach the zipper at the back of her dress and slide it down.  Her dress fell to the floor and she stepped back close to him again, now nearly naked.  After all, she was a professional at stimulating men sexually.  She decided two could play the game.  She molded her body to his and kissed him again.  His hands began to explore her body’s flowing curves and caress her satin-smooth skin.  Her tactic backfired on her.  She kissed him again and murmured, “Pete, I need you desperately!  Please come to bed with me.”
	He spoke to her as he might to a small child, explaining a very simple point.  “Darling, I will.  All you have to do is marry me.  Is that such a big deal?  I’ll even pay for the license all by myself!”
	Jan realized she had lost.  She needed this man desperately.  He was telling her that her offer to be his mistress was unacceptable.  He would only take her as his wife.  She looked up at him and kissed him softly again.  There were tears starting to roll down her cheeks as she said, “Could I give you an answer tomorrow?  Tennis at seven?”
	As he kissed away her tears, he could hear wonderful happy sounds coming from deep inside her while he held her close.  “That’s fine, darling.  I’ll see you in the morning.  Sleep well.”  He gave her a final kiss that curled her toes.  She could feel her cuntal juices running in a flood to prepare her vagina to welcome him.  But it was not to be... at least not this night.  She tried to smile through her tears as the door closed behind him.
	Jan went to the sofa and collapsed on it.  She rested her head on her arms and started to cry with tears of frustration.  She was shaking with unsatisfied passion when she felt a cool hand on her bare shoulder.  Turning, she saw Jill standing beside her wearing her terry robe.  Jill sat down on the sofa and took her in her arms.  “Jill, it’s awful!  Pete won’t sleep with me until we’re married!  What can I do?” she wailed.
	“It seems pretty simple to me,” Jill replied softly.  “Just marry him.”  Jan withdrew her head so she could look at Jill’s face as her friend continued, “I don’t have that problem.  When Bob asked me to marry him, I just said, ‘Of course.’  God help me if he had pulled Pete’s stunt, though.  I’d be groveling on the floor, offering to do absolutely anything he asked if he would only take me.  When we leave Hawaii we’re going to Texas to see my parents.  I told him that it would only be fair to invite them to our wedding.  But what about you two?”
	Jan’s tears had stopped but the tracks were still visible on her cheeks.  She tried a small smile and said, “That’s not a problem with us.  We’re both orphans.  There are no families so we can get married any time.  Do you think I should marry Pete?”
	Jill smiled warmly and hugged her friend.  “Jan, he’s getting the nicest girl in the world.  Please say yes.  And could I be your maid of honor, or whatever?  You know I’d love to be.  Will you please?  And look at the money you’d save if you get married right now.  You don’t even have to pay any air fare for the honeymoon.  You’re here already.  Please?”
	Jan got up from the sofa and smiled weakly.  “Jill, I’m afraid I’m going to have to say yes!”

Chapter 10
	The next morning Janice met Pete at the tennis court and pertly stuck out her tongue when she saw him.  He took her into his arms and kissed her saying, “I love you, even if you don’t love me.”
	Her eyes were warm and loving and glistening with tears as she returned his kiss passionately and whispered, “I adore you, you idiot!  Pete, are you sure?  You don’t have to marry me, and I would much rather you didn’t.  I’m a dirty, filthy creature.  You deserve a girl who’s like an angel.”
	He kissed her warmly again and said, “You’re right.  And I have one in my arms right now.  Please say yes, Jan.  Will you marry me?  Now?”
	She hugged him tightly and kissed him.  Again, she could feel her knees turn to water as he returned her kiss.  When he squeezed her body to his, he delighted in the warm, happy noises coming from deep in her throat.  She leaned back and said, “Pete, I will.  There’s one condition, though: You have to agree to do whatever I ask between now and the wedding.”  She saw him raise an eyebrow and immediately knew what he was thinking.  She gave him a small smile and said, “Okay, it doesn’t include sex.  Anything else.  Agreed?”
	He gave her shoulders a squeeze, then let go.  He stepped back and extended his hand which she took in her firm grip.  “Agreed!” he exclaimed.  Then he smiled and said, “Darling, are you sure you want to play tennis?”
	She smiled ruefully and said, “Of course not!  You could literally kill me with a tennis ball.  Darling, I don’t think I slept a wink last night.  I’m utterly destroyed.  I don’t think I could even see the ball, let alone hit it.  Your body shots would kill me.  Could we just have an early breakfast instead?”
	They went to the coffee shop and ate breakfast.  Then Pete went to the concièrge desk to tell her of their forthcoming wedding and the plans he had in mind.  Both Jill and Jan were now very well known at the hotel.  The girl beamed and congratulated him on his good fortune, then gave him the information on requirements for getting married in Hawaii.  Since it was Monday and the state had a three-day waiting period, they could have the tests, get the license and be married before the end of the week.
	They went to a doctor’s office and had the blood test, then went to the County Clerk’s Office for a license.  By the time they were finished with the paperwork it was just after lunchtime.  Pete looked at Jan and said, “What now?”
	“Now we go to the chapel and see Father Collins.  We have an appointment.”  They went to a small chapel near the hotel and went back into the small office.  Soon they were seated with the priest.  “Father, we would like you to marry us on Thursday,” Jan said after pleasantries had been exchanged.  “However, it’s more accurate to say Pete wants you to marry us.  I don’t think he should marry me.”
	Father Collins was a dark-haired priest who appeared to be in his late thirties or early forties.  He raised an eyebrow when he heard her statement.  He had been prepared to tell the couple there were rules and regulations and it couldn’t be done nearly so fast, but this meeting was taking a very unexpected turn.
	Jan said, “Father, I know about the banns of marriage, Pre-Cana conferences, and all of that stuff.  On the other hand I also know you don’t like to see weddings performed by justices of the peace.  Our situation is very different from what you normally encounter.  I want to make my confession to you.  After I do, I’m sure you will understand why I said what I just did.  Father, I want to do it now, here, in front of Peter Stewart.  I want you both to hear what I have to say.  Could we do that and then talk about the wedding?  Please?”
	The priest was startled.  He started to say, “This is most irregular...”  when he stopped himself.  It was obvious that this lovely girl knew all that already.  He could see anguish in her eyes.  Clearly there was great deal of pain involved, for her at least.  As for the confession, while the normal practice is confession in private, public confessions did occur in the States and were common in Europe.  He said, “If you wish, Miss Carson, I’ll hear your confession under your conditions.  Are you sure you want to go through with it, though?”
	When she heard him agree to her request, her relief was obvious.  She said, “I’m certain!”
	He made his preparations and she went down on her knees before him.  He said it wasn’t necessary for her to kneel on the hard wooden floor, but Jan said it was necessary for her.  She began, “Bless me father for I have sinned.  My last confession was years ago.  I have sinned in the eyes of God and man.  My life has been utterly disgusting.  I’m unworthy of even being here in front of you today.”
	Jan proceeded to describe in graphic detail her life as a prostitute and what she had done.  The priest saw the anguish in her eyes, but she just continued to kneel up straight on the hard wooden floor.  It was obvious to Father Collins that she was sparing herself nothing as she laid her soul bare.  He stole a glance at Peter Stewart and saw an expression of pain in his eyes.  Clearly, the priest thought, he’s reacting to the girl’s self-inflicted torture, not to what she’s saying.  He lost track of time as the beautiful girl kneeling before him continued her self-abasement.  Finally he heard her say, “Father, for these and all the other sins of my past life which I cannot remember, I am very sorry.”
	Collins looked at the girl warmly.  Tears had been flowing from her eyes, but she hadn’t lowered her gaze.  She had just continued to look into his eyes and pour out her soul.  He said, “Miss Carson, if you forgot anything, I can’t believe it could be very important.”  Then he assigned her penance, granted absolution and helped her to her feet.
	She swayed for a moment because she had been in the one painful position for so long.  Then she said, “Father, would you please talk to Peter now?  I’m sure now you see why I shouldn’t marry him, or anyone else for that matter.  I’ll wait outside, if I may.”  She left the office without even glancing at Pete.
	As the door closed the two men could hear her break down and cry.  The priest looked at Pete and asked, “Well, Mr. Stewart, what do you think?”
	Pete smiled weakly and said, “Father, Jan just gave me a few hundred more reasons why I want to marry her.  I just saw a girl try to destroy herself.  But I saw a girl who is internally pure.  All I could think of was Mary Magdalene.  Didn’t Christ forgive her her sins?”  His eyes were somber as he said, “Father, what do you think?”
	“I agree with you completely.  In the sacrament of penance we refer to contrition defined as true sorrow for our sins.  Clearly, only God can make the judgment of what is true sorrow.  You know, the sacrament of Penance is ill-understood.  People say, ‘How can a priest forgive sins?’  We can’t — only God can.  The penitent is confessing to God, not to me.  I’m only here to assist in the process — and I provided no help to that girl this afternoon.  For what it’s worth, I can’t ever remember hearing a confession like that one.  She bent over backwards to make herself appear as evil as she possibly could.”
	He smiled at Pete and said, “What she expects is for me to tell you why you shouldn’t marry such a sinner.  I’m not going to, but would you want me to?”
	Pete smiled and shook his head.  “Father, I said it a moment ago: All I heard were a few hundred new reasons why I want to marry her.  Now, will you marry us?  Can you?”
	The priest smiled and went to his appointment book.  “How about Thursday morning at eleven?  Would that be all right?”
	Pete smiled broadly and agreed.  He said, “Father, she’s a wonderful person.  Would you mind teasing her a little with me?  We won’t hurt her.”  The priest agreed with a smile.
	Pete was about to open the door when he turned back to the priest and said, “Father, Jan did forget one thing:  She didn’t mention that we made love on the beach yesterday.  Should she confess that?”
	The priest smiled and shook his head.  “Mr. Stewart, I think your words contain the answer to your question.  ‘We made love.’  What she confessed wasn’t love.  Looking at her, listening to her, and watching you both, I think your words were apt: You’re very much in love with each other.  I’m sure you’ll be very happy together.  It’s none of my business, of course, but I think you’re a very lucky man to get a girl like her.”
	Pete beamed and said, “Father, you sure got that one right!  Come on, let’s go.”  The priest winked and they went out to the other room.
	Jan was sitting up straight in a chair with her eyes looking straight ahead and she did not look up when they came out.  She’s waiting for the ax to fall, Pete thought.
	He turned to Father Collins and said, “I’m sorry it’s got to be this way, Father, but thank you for your time, anyway.”  He turned to Jan and said in a very flat tone of voice, “Jan, do you want a ride back to the hotel?”  She got up slowly from the chair.  Pete winced as he saw that her eyes were dead.  There was no sign of the usual life and sparkle in them.  She thinks she has lost it all, he thought.  He turned to the priest and said, “We’ll be back with our friends for the wedding at eleven o’clock on Thursday morning.”
	Suddenly Jan’s head jerked up and he saw disbelief and then great joy in her eyes.  Then it quickly died as he watched.  “What’s wrong with you two?” she asked softly.  “Didn’t you believe what I was saying?”
	Father Collins answered, “Miss Carson, I believed you completely.  You said you wanted to confess your sins.  I believe you did.  You were seeking forgiveness for them.  That is only in the power of God to grant, but I believe that happened, too.  I told Mr. Stewart that I consider him to be the luckiest man alive to have you accept him as your husband.  He agrees.”
	Jan wheeled and looked up at Pete’s eyes.  She saw his love for her shining in them as she ran into his arms.  He held her tightly and kissed her warmly.  Again she felt her knees weaken as their love flowed between them.  Finally, she released him and said, “Are you sure, Pete?  Absolutely sure?”
	“I’m as sure of my love for you, darling, as I am sure that the sun rose this morning.  I’m more sure of it than I am that it will rise tomorrow.  Now do you understand?”
	They spent the intervening couple of days on the few preparations for the wedding and went back to playing golf and swimming at the beach.  Pete made love to her on the beach each day.  The first time Jan asked him about it: “I thought you weren’t going to let me have any milk until I bought the cow?”
	She was resting beside him after wonderful lovemaking.  Pete said, “Darling, I said I wouldn’t go to bed with you.  This is a beach, not a bed.  Furthermore, it may have escaped your notice, but I need you desperately, too.  You aren’t the only one.”
	On Thursday morning, Janice looked exquisite as she and Jill drove to the chapel.  It was to be a simple ceremony with only Bob and Jill as the witnesses.  Jill had tried to get Jan to wear a small veil but her friend had refused.  She said, “Jill, I would be standing at the altar naked if I could.  A veil signifies that the bride is pure.  I’m not.  We all know it.  Pete knows what he’s getting and I won’t pretend to be anything else.”
	Father Collins felt good as he performed the brief ceremony and heard their exchange of vows.  Because the couple were so deeply in love with each other it was a beautiful thing to see.  Finally, he called for the ring.  Jan had refused a double-ring ceremony and even refused to accept an engagement ring from Peter.  Pete produced a plain gold band.  She had insisted on it, reminding him of his agreement to do what she wished.  Finally, Father Collins pronounced them man and wife and told Pete he could kiss his bride.
	Father Collins had seen them kiss before, but not like this.  Janice melted into his arms as he held her tightly.  When Pete finally released her, Bob kissed her and Jill kissed Pete warmly.  Finally, Jan gave Father Collins a kiss on the cheek and whispered, “Thank you, Father.”
	He looked at her, smiled and shook his head.  “Thank you, Mrs. Stewart.  You are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen — and the happiest.  Congratulations.  I think Mr. Stewart will make you very happy.”
	As they left the chapel, Jan thought about what the priest had said.  Pete make me happy?  What an odd thing to say.
	They drove back to the hotel and went up to their suite where Bob and Jill had arranged a small party for them.  Pete stood with his arm around Jan’s waist.  She was wearing only her white linen sleeveless dress with no jewelry of any kind.  He knew she was only wearing the dress, her bikini pants, her white pumps and her wedding ring.  She looked exquisite.  He just looked at her as she talked with Jill.  Her wavy hair was like a golden cap on her head.  Her skin was utterly flawless, and she wasn’t wearing any makeup at all.  He couldn’t believe his good fortune that this vision of loveliness was now his wife.
	Bob offered a toast.  “To Janice and Peter:  May you always be as happy as you are today.  To good people and good friends:  May your life together be filled with many blessings.”  They drank the champagne toast, sliced and served the wedding cake, and shortly afterward Jill and Bob left.  They said they were going over to town and would be back the next day.  Then they left the room, closing the door quietly behind them.
	Meanwhile, Pete had quickly disappeared into the bedroom.  Jan followed him in and went into the bathroom.  Pete undressed and got into bed to wait for her.  When she emerged she was wearing a sheer white peignoir that was virtually transparent on her body and barely reached down to her hips.  She came to the edge of the bed and stood there looking down at her husband lying on his back in bed watching her.
	“My husband, this is all I can give to you.”  She untied the ribbon at her neck which was all that held her garment closed.  She cradled her breasts and said, “These are my breasts, darling.  They are round and firm.  My nipples are small and pink.  If God blesses us, someday they may suckle your babies that I hope to carry in my belly.”  Her hands moved down her body.  “This is my belly.  Now it’s flat.  Perhaps it will swell someday with your child growing inside me.”  Her hands moved to her crotch and she said, “This is my cunt.  Darling, it belongs to you.  You may do anything you want with it — Anything!  It exists — along with my entire body — from this moment forward to serve you in any way you may wish.  Darling, there’s nothing I can give you as a wedding present except my poor, used, dirty body.  May I get in bed with you now so you can examine your gift?  If I were you, I would use my body and then have me sleep on the floor to be available for your cock to use whenever you wish.  May I get in bed with you now, husband?”
	Pete flipped back the covers and Jan sprang into the bed.  He was nude and the first thing she did was to dive for his sex.  She took it to her mouth and began to kiss it.  As it quickly reached its full erection, she began to run her tongue over its tip.
	To her surprise Pete said, “You’re not being fair, my darling wife.”  She looked up at his face in surprise.  He said, “What about me?  Why should you have all the fun?”  Jan was dumfounded.  She had no idea what he was driving at and she said so.  “If you can kiss my sex, why can’t I kiss yours?”
	Jan was genuinely shocked.  She said, “Darling, don’t be silly!  I have a filthy cunt.  We both know that.  That’s why I need to prepare your cock and must later clean it off after it has been in me.”
	His face was stern as he said, “Then you lied to me just moments ago, didn’t you?  You said your body was mine to do with whatever I wished.  Now you deny me my very first request.”
	Tears started to appear in her eyes.  “Darling, you can’t be serious.  Please don’t make me do something so disgusting.  It will sicken you,” she pleaded.
	Pete smiled and said, “Okay, I give up.  Come up here and kiss me.”
	“You... you... you mean I can’t worship your sex?  I want to, darling, so desperately.”
	“Of course you can.  All you have to do is let me worship yours.  Remember, you were the one who said I could have anything from your body I could ever want.”
	He looked at her and could see she was hurt.  Slowly and with the greatest reluctance she reoriented her body so she was lying next to him with her head near his groin.  She looked up at his face when he said, “Wife, there is one more thing: you must tell me what you like and how to do it.  I’ve never done a girl before.”  She didn’t say anything.  She just began to kiss his sex and run the tip of her tongue over it.  She was startled to feel him doing exactly the same thing to her.  It was the first time a man had ever gone down on her and it felt exquisite.  She tried to spread her legs even wider to give him easier access and then shuddered when his teeth found her little love button and fastened on it.
	Meanwhile, she had formed her mouth over his enormous sex and was taking it into her mouth and throat to absorb its full length.  She began to take him in and out in long strokes, but found she couldn’t concentrate because of the exquisite sensations Pete was creating in her slit and her vagina.  Her breathing become more rapid and she began to move her mouth faster up and down his cock.  As she did, she manipulated his balls with her long fingers.

	She could feel him approach his release as his cock start to throb in her mouth.  Instantly, she took in his entire length and squeezed his sac.  It exploded in her mouth.  Simultaneously, Pete bit down on her clit, triggering a flood of her cuntal syrup.  She could feel her vagina pulsate uncontrollably as it tried to extract the semen from the nonexistent cock.  As she swallowed his spend, she could feel him licking out her cunt.  She collapsed beside him and tried to regain her breath.  When she partially recovered, she carefully licked off the last drops of cum from his cock as its erection subsided.  Before she could move, she felt her body lifted as if it were just a feather and reoriented so she was now lying next to him on the bed.  Pete put her head on his shoulder, put his arm around her and cupped his hand on her breast.
	Their room faced the ocean.  Although it was fully air-conditioned, the cooling system was cross-connected to the sliding door to their terrace.  If the door was open, the air-conditioning turned off.  Pete had opened the door and the windows to allow the warm breezes to circulate and to let the sunlight flood the room.
	He looked down and tipped Jan’s face up towards his.  He kissed her and ran his tongue into her mouth tasting the traces of his own cum that were still there.  He could see her eyes flash as she tasted her love juices in his mouth.  Pete just looked at Jan’s face and saw her body glistening with sweat from her exertions.  He whispered, “Wife, I love you.  What can I do to make my lovemaking better for you?”
	She looked genuinely upset.  “Pete, you can’t.  I make love to you.  You just let me adore your body.”
	One of his eyebrows went up and he suddenly looked stern.  “Wife, perhaps you should buy a whip tomorrow for me to use.”  He grinned and said, “As a matter of fact, I like the idea.  Clearly, woman, you need to be better trained in obedience if I’m to keep you from running my life!  Now, tell me!  How can I be better?”
	Jan’s eyes started to dance.  “I’m not going to tell you,” she said, pretending to be stubborn.
	Pete had seen the gleam in her eye.  He took her in his arms and before she could move, he had pivoted so his legs were over the bed with his feet on the floor and Jan was face down with her body lying across his knees.  Pete locked her legs and began to spank her bottom.  He was careful not to hit her hard, but he found a tempo which he maintained and slowly speeded up.  Her firm little ass began to turn cherry red which was already visible in spite of her deep tan.  He had positioned her so her clit was right on his leg and felt her wriggle as the sensitive love button repeatedly came in contact with it.
	She knew instantly that he was doing to her what Jill had tried so desperately to get Bob to do to her.  She struggled in his arms but she might as well have been held by steel bands.  She screamed and started to cry but he ignored her.  Then she tried to bite off her screams while she desperately tried to control her body but could not.  A moment later her loins began to shudder involuntarily as her love juices spilled out of her cunt and down his leg.  Pete instantly stopped his spanking and began softly to caress her tormented little buns.  Finally he released her, straightened her up, and sat her on the edge of the bed beside him.  He looked at her and saw the tears still streaming from her eyes.  He kissed her and saw a trickle of blood flowing from where she had bitten her lip to keep from letting him hear the cries that she had literally bitten off.
	Pete hugged her close and said, “I love you, Janice Stewart.  You are my wife and my love.”
	He saw her eyes dance even as she pouted, “Peter Stewart, I was right!  I knew I shouldn’t have married you.  I just had the wrong reason.  You’re a bully!  You beat me — and you made me cum!  I think I hate you.”
	“I still love you,” he said matter-of-factly.  “That was to maintain discipline.”  His face showed concern as he said, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?  I would rather die than allow you to be hurt, my darling.”
	Jan held him tight and said, “You only injured my pride.  My husband, I give up.  I won’t argue with you ever again.  Now how would you like to use my body?  And how would you like me to use yours?”  Pete noticed that when she called him ‘husband’, her tone was nearly worshipful.
	“My darling,” he whispered softly, “May I consummate our marriage?  Would you allow my sex to enter yours?  You’re so clean and sweet-smelling.  Will you allow me to enter your body?”
	Pete didn’t think he would ever forget the look on Jan’s face at that instant.  It was one of pure joy.  She said, “My husband, how do you wish to enter me?  Would you take me on my back so I can hold you?”
	He smiled at her and she kissed him.  She lay on her back and spread her legs wide to welcome him into her body.  He moved between her legs and she placed his huge weapon at the mouth of her vagina.  She put her legs behind his hips and pulled him into her.  In spite of her profession and their experience on the beach, it was still a tight fit.  Pete eased in a little and then back.  He repeated it, going in deeper each time.  When he was all the way inside her, he stopped, leaned forward and kissed her lips.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and reveled in the feeling of his lips on hers while their tongues intertwined.  Then she smiled at him and said lovingly, “Thank you, my husband.  You’re giving your wife great joy.”
	Now that he was all the way in, she moved her legs up and loosely locked her ankles behind his head so he could achieve the maximum penetration.  Then he began to thrust in and out with long strokes, with only the tip of his cock remaining in her at the end of his back-stroke, penetrating to his full length.
	Jan could feel him enter her.  He was so long that, as he moved into her with full strokes, it seemed it would never stop.  When he was fully inside, it felt to her like the tip of his cock was in her stomach.  In spite of having been a prostitute, it felt like he was stretching her insides.  To him it felt like he was in a tight moist glove.  He watched and could see the perspiration flow on her body and her head began to toss back and forth.  She softly screamed involuntarily every time his balls banged against her bruised bottom when he reached full penetration.
	He continued his strokes in and out.  She came once, then again, and yet again.  Pete just continued to move in her while her pelvis was moving against him in tempo.  As he approached his peak, he could feel her pelvis take on a life of its own.  She started to cum and the orgasms that had been occurring with increasing frequency now became nearly continuous.  Her whole being was concentrated in her loins.  Finally, she could take it no longer.  She let out a scream and her vagina flooded with her juices in a massive orgasm.  This triggered Pete’s discharge and he came in a flood while her vagina pulsated as it tried to empty his balls into her.  At that point she could take it no longer and lost consciousness.
	The next thing she knew, she was lying with her head on the pillow feeling the most wonderful sensation in her cunt.  As her eyes regained focus, she realized it was Pete licking the cum from it.  He saw her eyes blink open as he finished.  Moving up beside her on the bed, he put her head on his shoulder and pulled a light cover up over them.  It was warm in the room and her body was wet with her perspiration.
	“Did my wife like the experience?” he asked softly.  She could see his eyes dancing with excitement as he added, “I know how innocent my poor bride is.  I hope I didn’t frighten you, let alone hurt you, with my sex.”
	Tears started to flow down her cheeks.  She said, “Pete, I’m so happy I can’t stand it.  Darling, you’re teasing me and I know it.  But do you know what’s so funny?  It’s true!  I do feel like an innocent bride.  You stretch my insides.  I didn’t think that was possible!  I really can’t take you inside me without passing out.  I felt like what you just did was the very first time for me.  As for hurting me, darling, you can torture me like this for the rest of our lives.”
	He saw her eyes start to close.  Carefully, she positioned his hand on her breast and covered it with her own.  He heard the wonderful happy noises from deep in her throat as she wriggled to mold her body even closer to his.  With her eyes closed he heard her murmur, “Darling, I love you so much.”