He pushed the robe father apart and his blubbery lips moved over her breasts leaving a trail of gin-flavored saliva. One of his hands slid down her belly and his sausage-like fingers fumbled at the juncture of her legs. Lisa moved her hips so that he might have easier access to the target he sought.
Finally he’d caught it between. two of his blunt fingertips and Lisa felt it grow burning hot and distend as he manipulated it. Quickly now, her body jerked spasmodically and it was over. And it was just beginning. She pulled herself up and came down on his groping hand demandingly, seating herself as deeply as she was able. The fat man’s teeth were savage at her breasts now, but Lisa was too caught up in the piston-like movements of his hand to notice. This time a little cry of triumph escaped her lips as she captured the hand in a final vise-like clutch of joy.
“Again!” she demanded.
But the fat man pulled his hand free. “No. My way!” He slid to the floor on his knees and his face darted to Lisa’s lap like some bird of prey bent on plucking carrion.
His lips sipped deeply and his tongue provided the sweet torture of sandpaper abrading the most delicate flesh. Lisa’s hands clenched at his balding scalp and her thumbs fastened deep in his ears. She couldn’t contain herself. She bounced up and down on the sagging cot like a human pogo stick gone berserk. And she came close to suffocating him in a final paroxysm of delight. “I’m ready now!” she exclaimed less than a moment later. She tore the robe off and flung it halfway across the room. She threw her lush body back on the cot with the knees wide apart, her breasts sucking in breath deeply and expelling it rapidly. “Give it to me now! Give it to me now!”
“No,” Henry muttered. His voice said that he was both very drunk and very weary.
“What do you mean? Why not? This was just an appetizer. Now I want you to make love to me."
“I can’t.”
“Can’t?”
“That’s right. I ain’t got any— Don’t you dare laugh, you witch!”
“Don’t tell me it was shot off in the war,” Lisa jeered.
“It was an accident. When I was just a kid. And it ain’t funny.” Henry’s head was spinning and he lay back on the cot and closed his eves.
“You’re right. I’m sorry I laughed. Okay then, if you can’t, you can’t. But then do what you did before again.”
“The hell with you. I don’t feel like it. I shoulda known better than to frustrate myself that way. I done it before, but it’s always the same. I get excited, but there’s no relief for me. An’ I’m tired now.”
“You! You!” Lisa beat at him with her fists. “What about me? You can’t just leave me all hung up like this!”
“That’s your problem,” he said, ignoring the blows she was raining on him. His voice was very far away, very close to drunken sleep.
“Don’t you dare go to sleep on me!” Lisa raged.
The answer was a blubbery snore.
“Oh, I’ve got to get out of here!” She flung herself up from the cot. “I’ve got to get out of here and find a man. I’ve got to get a man before I explode!” Lisa ran across the room and through the drape to the bathroom where she’d left her slacks and sweater.
Attracted by the motion, Bruno, the Great Dane, leaped to his feet and bounded after her. His cold nose bumped against her plump, still burning buttocks as he came through the drape. Lisa wheeled around. Bruno sniffed at her and then licked her leg playfully.
A shudder swept over Lisa, traveling the length of her body. She reached out and scratched the giant dog behind the ears. He licked her again. Lisa’s heart was pounding like a triphammer now. She braced her back against the wall and angled her body. Her hand fastened under Bruno’s chin, guiding his mouth. This time when his tongue shot out, it was just where Lisa wanted it.
I must be mad! The thought crossed her mind, but she pushed it away as Bruno’s kisses grew longer and bolder. Then two things happened at once. Lisa’s body pushed down with the final crescendo of her passion and one of Bruno’s fangs snagged her flesh, drawing blood. Lisa screamed, a loud, long wail of mingled agony and erotic pleasure.
Perhaps it was the scream, perhaps the eruption of Lisa's satisfaction, perhaps the unmistakable odor of passion itself, but Bruno seemed suddenly to go berserk. He jumped so that his paws landed on Lisa’s shoulders and she was propelled to the floor under the giant beast. She caught a glimpse of his aroused desire and gasped at the size of it.
There could be no mistaking Bruno’s intent. He was determined, and for a crazy moment Lisa was consumed with the desire to let him have his way.
It was fear rather than disgust which changed her mind. His fangs snarling in her face and the pain where he had drawn blood before overcame Lisa’s desire for still more sex. She screamed loud and clear and Henry came scuttling in from the next room. He took in the situation at a glance and snapped out a command at Bruno. The dog obeyed instantly and backed out of the bathroom. Lisa grabbed up her clothes and fled naked from the janitor’s apartment.
She paused in the darkness of the basement and quickly dressed. Then she ran outside into the rain once again. Her brain was whirling dizzily as though snapped free of all reason by sex and fear. “I’m sick!” she kept moaning to herself. “I’m very sick!” “I need help before I kill myself! I need help!”
She thought of Dr. Golden. “That damn quack! Three years and I’m worse than I ever was! Yes, I am! I never would have done anything like this three years ago before I started with her! Damn her! She won’t help me! She made me sink this low! It’s all her fault! I’m paying for her mistakes! And she should pay! She should be made to pay! I should make her!”
Lisa hailed a cab. She gave the driver Dr. Golden’s address. “I’ll make her pay,” she muttered.
“Beg pardon, Miss?” The driver looked at her in the rear-view mirror.
“Nothing. Never mind.” Lisa pounded her fist against her still influenced womanhood and thought blackly of how she would make Dr. Golden pay!
CHAPTER 12
The Sticky Traffic Jam
“WHAT A BUNCH of kooks!” Detective Lieutenant Tomas Durango finished re-winding the last tape and put the reel neatly back into the cabinet.
“You can say that again.” Debbie Smith stretched carelessly in the mid-afternoon sunlight, and the provocative way the robe fell away from her body seemed aimed to tease Durango. “Well, Sherlock, what’s your next move?” she asked him.
“Check ’em all out. Find out what they did after they left the group session here last night. Follow through on their alibis. Make sure they’re susbstantiated by witnesses. All the usual standard procedure”
“What about me? What are you gonna do with me?” Debbie wanted to know.
“I know what I’d like to do.” Durango stared frankly at her.
“Well then—?”
“But what I really should do is take you downtown and book you like Connors said before.”
“Just make up your mind. will you?” Debbie shrugged. “I don’t care either way. Home or jail, it’s the same to me. Either way I’ll go to sleep.”
“That’s right, you poor kid, you haven’t been to bed all night.”
“Don’t go all maple syrupy with sympathy, Durango. I’ve been to bed all right. Just not to sleep.”
“Why don’t you lie down on the headshrinker’s couch here and rest a while while I decide,” Durango told her.
“What’s to decide? Either throw me a quick one, or don’t. Either book me, or let me go. Get off the pot already.”
“It’s not that simple. There’s all kinds of ethical considerations to be weighed.”
“You’ve got to be kidding.” Debbie giggled. “And you an ex-vice cop! Ethics, my royal rump! And as far as taking me downtown—- Well, you know damn well I didn’t kill Dr. Golden, but you’re just plain afraid how it’ll look if you don’t book me anyway. Right?”