For a long time they lay in the sweet lesbianic embrace, panting in the afterglow of their passion, hands caressing each other, lips meeting wetly. Candy's mind was in a turmoil. It had been so new, so shocking, so beautiful! As traumatic for her in a way as the first time Rick had made her cum, the first time she had taken his long hard cock into her reluctant lips, the first time she had let him go down on her. There were just so many things, so fast, in recent weeks, and now she had a new desire which must be filled! Deeply, lingeringly, she kissed Jonie's soft hot mouth, seeking her tongue and sucking urgently on it before she whispered shyly, "I want to do it to you."
"No!" Jonie shook her head firmly, "Not now! That was for you, to make you feel better. You eat my pussy and you get all hot and bothered again. Wait until your head is right. Then, if you still…" she grinned lewdly and winked a dark passionate eye."… we will go away. Not for an afternoon or a night, but a weekend or longer. But, if I let you do it now… and I want it so very badly… I would not be your friend. Understand?"
"Yes, Candy conceded.
"If you have anything to drink, I will fix a couple and we can rap about how you get Rick back."
"In the kitchen," Candy mumbled. "Make mine weak."
She could barely taste the liquor. She saw Jonie's drink was considerably darker, as she said, "Now, about Rick…?"
"Rick will come around-but you must apologize. You put him down in front of his friends."
"I'll call him right now," Candy said, reaching for the phone. "I was just upset, after a long drive, and you know…"
"The phone will not do," Jonie said. "If you want him, you must tell him to bring his friends again to a fiesta! You must show them that you are his woman, that you live only for him. Then they will respect him again, and he will love you. He will protect you. It is not necessary to say that you are sorry. It was not wrong for you to attack Rick, but to do it in front of his friends was unforgivable. The men must see you are sorry. Because you are a woman, they will make allowances, as you wouldn't know."
It was confusing to Candy, but she got the general idea. If she wanted Rick, she had to subjugate herself. Well, if that's what had to be done, she would do it.
"Could you… arrange it?" Candy asked.
"I will find Rick and speak to him in the morning."
"And tell him to get his ass back to work," Candy replied, with a great wave of relief. "That bunch of pothead actors can't even find the studio without him!" With mounting enthusiasm, she added, "And you give him another message… Either he goes to school and takes the courses that will make a big executive out of him long after he's forgotten me, or he can get his ass out of the milk shed! He's got the head for a lot more than the few trinkets and toys I've given him. You tell him I don't want anything except for him to get smarted up. Not, like he would say, fucked up! Dig?"
"I dig, Candy. You are something else. I'll fix."
Jonie dressed and left. Candy decided to stay where she was. She had to deal with Jason Wells in the morning, and there was no point to driving back to Woodlands.
She was only mildly to surprised to see Rick back on the job, efficient as ever in the morning, and relief flooded through her when he said quietly, "Jonie found me… it's cool. Sorry I hit you."
"I had it coming," she replied. "I didn't understand."
"Okay. Party weekend. I'll bring what we'll need," he said. "It could go on a couple of days."
"If it goes on a couple of days, you find us a handy motel, because we're going to need it," Candy said impishly, buoyant at the thought of being with her teenage lover again. "I have all kinds of things planned for us to do."
"We've done almost everything," he said, grinning.
"You can think of something new," she said with a lewd grin. "Half the fun of being in love is making up."
"Right on, Candy."
Yeah, how right you are, he thought as he watched the smooth seductive swing of her ass-cheeks under a mini that barely covered her twitching ass-cheeks. You want something new? Just wait until I ram my cock up your ass! Candy, once I get this rod in your ring, there's no way you'll ever turn me loose. And, if you try, I'll just send Jonie to herd you back!
He took time out to arrange with a friend in Tijuana for a shipment of Spanish fly, and then, whistling, went about his work.
After some two months, the carefully-planted bugging devices in the secluded apartment were finally producing something of interest. Lieutenant Vance Dawson had been on the point of saying to hell with the whole thing and just taking his chances on paying a call to Candy Mullender at her home. After all, she'd almost opened her legs that time on the road and given him an invitation. He thought he was too much cop-almost as much cop as pussy-hound. Seeing her get mixed up with a fifteen year old kid had set alarm bells ringing.
It just didn't figure, a hot number like her going down on a teenager. There had to be more than cock involved, somehow! The narc reported no sign of dope, other than the usual pot, which was tolerated, unless someone filed a complaint. Each of the kid's close contacts had been checked, flagged on the road, searched, and not even reds or yellowjackets had turned up, to say nothing of acid or the real hard shit. Whatever this boy Rick Benton had going for him, it wasn't dope… yet there had to be SOMETHING! Porno films, maybe. It was possible he got the brunette smashed out of her mind a couple of times and had her make it with that damn horse. He snorted in amusement. No, she wasn't that kind. Anyway, she needed rescuing, and he was ready to come to the rescue.
The newly-created lieutenant thought of all possibilities. There was no point to busting a few kids, but, if somehow hanging tight to them led him to something worthwhile, it would be good for his career.
And there was always Candy Mullender herself. Beautiful, on the way up, loaded with bread already.
Tom Stanford was the only backup he'd need. If he made a bust, he was sure he could punch down any ten East LA.. punks. They were built of pure chickenshit. Take their switchblades away and they ran like kittens.
Lieutenant Vance Dawson smelled a setup. The bugs had worked well, and he knew that somehow Candy Mullender had been led into a lesbian scene and persuaded to hold a party. So, the thing to do was bust the party.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"This looks kind of fishy to me," Candy said nervously when she finally met Rick at the apartment. He was surrounded by about six of his young friends, and she could tell they'd been drinking, probably, all the way there and they were high on dope. "These are beasts! If you want to impress them by putting me down-1 don't think I want you that much."
"Jonie said you'd go, and you're fucking well gonna go," the boy said, grabbing her wrist and twisting it until Candy winced. "Sure, they're dum-dum, but they spread the word, and I'm a tall dog on my own turf. Don't sweat, Candy doll. Nothing's gonna happen you don't want. Either we fix it my way now, or I walk out the fucking door!"
"Is-is Jonie here?" Candy mumbled, confused.
"She'll be along," he said. "And get out of those damn jeans and into your shortest dress. I want them to see what I got."