"Yes, I can well imagine," Vern said. "How about my office?"
"Fine," Maria said, stroking Vern's leg as he braked the car to a halt in his private parking slot behind Shipley Research.
Chapter 6
Vern and Maria had been reclining naked on the huge couch that folded into a bed in Vern's office for fifteen minutes. Vern smoked hard, staring up at the ceiling, thinking he had never known what "all-out" sex was until meeting Maria. He had sucked and been sucked, and he had fucked Maria both vaginally and anally. Christ, he thought, my prick is raw!
"Had enough?" Maria inquired. She lay with her head on Vern's shoulder. He nodded, grinning as he sighed. "Yes," he admitted, "I'm sorry to admit it, but I couldn't get it up again if my life depended on it. Whew!" He massaged Maria's neck. "So you think you'll be able to help me out with Reardon and Hendricks."
"Of course, darling." She broke off, pursing her lips and staring thoughtfully down at his flaccid organ. "Vern, there's something I have to discuss with you. I don't like to bring up an unpleasant subject at a time like this, but I really must."
"Unpleasant?" Vern asked. "All right, shoot."
"It's about my boss, Lance. You see, he's rather fond of me and it's quite-likely that he could become jealous."
"So what?" Vern said. "Lots of men get jealous, especially over a female the-likes of you."
She ran her fingers through his hair. It's not as simple as that, Vern. Lance Gregory is a very ambitious man-an unscrupulous man. If he had any idea about the way I'm beginning to feel about you, he could be dangerous."
Vern just chuckled. "I can handle myself," he said. "Don't worry about it. I don't want you troubling your pretty little head with problems like that at a time like this. You're too important to me and my clients right now. I want you to concentrate on Reardon and Hendricks exclusively."
"You don't understand, Vern. I mean, the man is truly dangerous. You see, Dream-Date isn't all it's cracked up to be. I don't want to seem a disloyal employee, and I don't want to alarm you, but-"
"Look," Vern said, interrupting, "Dream-Date gave me you, and that's really all that matters. I don't want to hear any more about the ogre, Lance Gregory."
"Very well," Maria said, giving up, "but I wish you would watch yourself. Please remember just one thing, will you? There's a man-a very large and ugly man by the name of Roscoe Snyder. If you should ever come in contact with him, please promise me you will mn like hell."
Again, Vern chuckled. "Why on earth would this man bother me?"
"That's all I can reveal right now," Maria said. "I can only say that Roscoe is used by Lance for certain-well, collections and other business problems."
"Very well, dear," Vern said. "I'll remember the name. Thanks for your concern." He paused, staring at the incredible beauty and shapeliness of the female who lay naked beside him. "Collections…hmmm…yes, I'll remember that. Although I don't plan on becoming a collection problem' for Dream-Date."
Maria said nothing. "I-I guess I should be leaving," she purred finally. "When will I see you again?"
"I'll let you know," Vern said, palming her breast. "I assure you it won't be very long from now-even if I have to invent an unofficial reason."
"I'm looking forward to it," Maria said. "Ummmmm, am I ever!"
Maria got up then and started dressing. Vern did, too. When they were both dressed, Vern led her to her car and stood watching as she drove away. Then he got in his own car and drove to Ellen's place.
As he pulled into the subterranean garage, he wondered why he had decided to spend the night with Ellen. Hell, he certainly didn't need any more female companionship. But for some inexplicable reason he had headed for Ellen instinctively. It was odd; he did not understand his action at all.
When the elevator reached Ellen's floor, he walked slowly down the hallway, toying with the idea of going to his own apartment tonight. To hell with it, he decided, and opened Ellen's door with his key. The place was dark, of course. He entered the bedroom and saw Ellen sleeping soundly. She stirred, sensing his presence. He wished she had remained asleep.
"Hello, darling," she said groggily. "Why so late? I didn't think you were coming. I called you several times and got no answer. I must have called your place ten times. I was worried."
"Just a little business dinner with some clients," he replied, undressing. "Nothing important."
He knew she was watching him as he hung up his suit, tie and shirt in the closet. "Did your clients bring their wives?" Ellen asked.
"Uh-yes, but it would have bored you," he lied. "I didn't want to expose you to a lot of idle chit-chat."
"I-I would have loved going with you, Vern. You know I care about going out and-and helping you with your clients."
Vern didn't know what to say. "Well, maybe next time," he said, and got into bed beside her.
Immediately, Ellen curled up dutifully beside him, her hand fondling his aching prick. "I'm awfully beat," he said. "Let's just go to sleep, huh?"
But she was insistent and, incredibly, his raw prick stood up hard and firm! God, he thought. No. What I don't need tonight is more sex. Poor Ellen. He couldn't put her off very well. She would surely suspect he'd been tomcatting. Perhaps if he ate her cunt she would be pacified without making any demands on him. It amazed him that his shaft had responded to her touch! What was her attraction, he asked himself. Pure habit, probably. Yes, that had to be the reason. Ellen had somehow woven some strange spell that his unconscious responded to. She had been so loyal, so loving…
Without really wanting to, Vern began palming and kissing Ellen's breasts preparatory to munching on her clit. She arched her back, groaning and shivering with anticipation. Vern felt exhausted, but he forced himself to manipulate her with what he hoped seemed enthusiasm. She seemed to believe his ardor all right.
Finally, Vern began his kissing descent over her quivering stomach toward her snatch.
"Vern…oh, Vern!" she cried. "When are you going to learn that we're so right for each other? Oh, Vern!"
It was then that Vern realized the problem he had created in embarking on his relationship with Maria and Ellen at the same time. His prick now stood hard, true, but his thoughts were of Maria-beautiful, curvaceous, stunning Maria Reese. As his tongue began its work on Ellen's cunt, he imagined that it was Maria's twat he lapped and laved, that it was Maria's voice spurring him on. In this way-and only in this way-was he able to make love to the plump and dowdy Ellen.
The cunt that gushed as he dined at its urgent flesh suddenly became Maria's; the cunt that he so lovingly nibbled, tongued, lapped was that of the incredibly beautiful Maria. The voice that sighed and pleaded and panted gratitude was Maria's, too. Yes, Vern had somehow managed to convince himself that it was Maria Reese who lay flat on her back, spasming, trembling, crying out so loud Vern thought surely the other tenants in the building would hear her plaintive wailing.
Ellen's clawing fingers were in his hair, pulling his gobbling mouth urgently, frantically into her seething snatch. "Vernon…oh, my Vernon," she cried, and her voice sounded like someone in a mental institution. "Never stop…never stop…ohhhh, eat my cunt… eat it all up."
Just before she almost came, Ellen made him stop and lie with his head on her shoulder. She loved to make love in this manner; pausing now and then to rest, pausing to stretch out their lovemaking sessions and make them last for hours. But tonight he could not endure it. He could not have endured it with Maria, and he certainly could not endure it with Ellen. Still, he continued his imagining that Ellen was Maria, and he was able to keep from telling Ellen forcefully to go to sleep, to forget it, for God's sake!
"Rub my clit slowly now, honey," Ellen purred. "Just he beside me and suck my titties for a while and rub my clit, huh? Yes, the way you do it and make mama happier than anything."