Eula dropped to her knees in front of him and settled back on her haunches as she reached out to take the blood-filled, lust-thickened penis and guide it toward her lips that were already forming a soft oval to receive the hard bulbous head. As her pink tongue flicked out, the woman found that a totally irrelevant thought was running around in her head. I wonder, she puzzled, what this business is with Miz Denham?
John Blodgett was annoyed and snappish on Monday morning. He was first angry with his wife, Lauralee. They had gone to an intimate dinner party on Saturday evening and she had proceeded to get drunk, which in itself was no surprise except that this time she had exceeded her own limits… continued to drink all day Sunday and was right now at home, sick as a dog, with Eula in constant attendance. It was messy and he didn't like it, particularly at this period when they were starting a new life, as it were, in Florida. A drunken wife was not a social asset and Blodgett was a man who relied heavily on social contacts to set up his various deals and schemes. He had perceived that the Florida resort community would be filled with wealthy retirees and vacationers… just the sort of people whom a little old country boy could help to separate from some of their money.
Secondly, he was angry because Sally Denham had telephoned again, in fact had called several times… and he was going to have to take some positive action on that situation, collect his bet from Lee and dump the Denhams, both husband and wife. He knew by now that they were types who would only cause him trouble of they remained in Quiggville.
The bet was only going to bring him ten dollars, but he never liked to lose a wager and besides, the satisfaction of showing Lee Quigg that the snotty piano teacher had ended up like any whore-flat on her back with her legs spread-that was worth a hell of a lot more than ten bucks. In fact, musing on Sally's downfall which he had single-handedly brought about did quite a bit to improve his irate disposition as he drove to town. He was smiling as he entered the bank and strode into his brother-in-law's paneled office.
Lee Quigg leaned back in his swivel armchair and surveyed Blodgett's faintly dissipated countenance. "Say, John-Mrs. Denham's been trying to get in touch with you. She's called here twice this morning already."
"Hell," Blodgett growled with a knowing grin, "don't you think I know she's trying to get in touch with me? Reckon she wants some more of that good cock I gave her the other day," he winked obscenely at the younger, weaker man.
"That's not what she said," Lee observed mildly.
"OK-what'd the bitch want?" Blodgett walked to the well-appointed bar and poured himself a generous slug of raw Jack Daniels whiskey.
"She wants to know about the loan. Just what did you promise that girl, anyway, John?"
"Christ, what does it matter?" the big man tilted his head back and let the fiery liquid run down his throat to warm his vitals. "Promise 'em anything, give 'em cock. Lay your ten dollars down, Lee, I aim to collect that bet today," he winked again. "She leave her number?"
Lee pushed a slip of paper toward him and he picked up the phone and dialed, "Sally? This John speaking. Yes, I'm over here at the bank right now and Lee, Mr. Quigg, would like to have a little talk with you. No, we don't need Ray at this point-you just slip over here and come right back to Mr. Quigg's office. We'll be expecting you. No, there are some, uh, points that we want to go over first. All right?"
Securing her acceptance, he replaced the receiver and then drew a tendollar bill from his wallet and laid it on the gleaming mahogany surface of the desk.
"Hmmmmm, I think your original words were, 'Five'll get you ten'" Lee Quigg pointed out, hesitating as he pulled his own wallet from his back pocket.
"Why be cheap about it?" John Blodgett shrugged, "Isn't it worth ten bucks to get into something like Sally Denham? How long has it been since you screwed anybody 'sides Liz?"
Quigg grimaced at the mention of his puritanical wife and laid his own crisp green bill on top of the other. By God, it made his pecker jump just thinking about Sally's cute little ass swaying the way it had on the dance floor at the country club the other night. She couldn't get here quick enough to suit him…
Nevertheless, it was to be several minutes before Sally was ready to leave her place. She'd been doing the laundry and of course was not properly dressed as the wife of a young businessman, calling on the president of the bank. It had required time to change clothing and to freshen herself up a bit. She checked her watch nervously… ten o'clock. It was not likely that Ray would come up before noon and she could say she'd been shopping, if he missed her. God, if only this wasn't such a small town!
There were long lines at the teller's windows in the bank and no one seemed to notice Sally as she made her way to the rear of the main room until one of the secretaries pointed the way to her. "Just go right on through, Mrs. Denham, Mr. Quigg's expecting you."
"Thank you." Sally entered a thickly carpeted hallway. She was quite surprised at the plush atmosphere of Mr. Quigg's office… it was furnished almost as a library or living room. In place of the customary filing cabinets and steel furniture there were gracious colonial pieces, big chairs and period lamps. Recorded music played softly in the background.
She had not seen John Blodgett since-since that day-and the sight of his handsome figure came as a shock, arousing as it did those incredible memories of the event she hoped to forget eventually.
"Well, here's little Miz Denham," he said with his bland joviality,
"You doin' all right, Sally?"
She nodded, not trusting herself to speak, and also inclined her head to Lee Quigg whom she did not know well. The blonde good looks of his twin sister had been transmuted in Lee to a rather weak handsomeness in a slim, wiry frame. He had only a pale echo of his twin's vitality and was nowhere near so forceful as his brother-in-law either. Still, he was the Quigg heir and the president of this financial institution and thus someone to be reckoned with in his own right. Smiling pleasantly at her, he pressed a little button on his desk. "Nell? We'll be in conference. No interruptions, please, I don't care who calls."
"Have a seat, Sally," Blodgett invited, "and I'll just fix us all somethin' cold to drink." She sank into an overstuffed chair and watched him work at the bar with its small built-in ice maker, mixing three potent drinks which he handed around.
"Are the papers ready?" Sally asked, determined to conduct affairs in a businesslike manner. She assumed that Blodgett would not have told Lee about what had taken place in her apartment… as Lauralee's brother, he could hardly approve of extra-marital affairs or so she naively thought.
"Not quite," John answered, seating himself on the arm of her chair and placing his arm over her shoulder, "That's why I called you over, honey. It seems there's a matter of a little more… collateral… that has to be put up." The pretty nervous bride stiffened and looked from one man to the other.
"But you promised-! Don't think you can back out of this, John Blodgett, I intend to hold you to our agreement," she looked him full in the face, purposefully.
"Don't you go gettin' on your high horse, now," he chided softly, but the threat was distinct in his gravely-voice, "I made my recommendation to Lee here, but he says it's pretty irregular, makin' a loan to folks that don't have any money or, collateral and he's not sure the Board will stand for it unless he sort of comes out strong and rams it down their throats. 'Course he could lend the money private, if he was of a mind to."
"Would you do that, Mr. Quigg?" Sally asked bravely. Suddenly she felt John Blodgett's large hand reaching down the open V-neck of her dress while at the same time he bent his head to hers and kissed the pearly lobe of her ear, running the tip of his tongue around the shell-like configuration of her ear. She gripped the chair-arms in shock and embarrassment. To her amazement, Lee Quigg did not seem to find John's behavior at all surprising. In fact, he watched avidly, his cold banker's eyes lighting with salacious lust as Blodgett further displayed his domination over the helpless woman by continuing to rummage in her dress until he had secured her left nipple in his fingers and began to tweak it to painful hardness. Sally's pale face flooded with crimson as the blood rushed to her cheeks. She wanted to leap up, to strike Blodgett… pummel him with her fists, but she couldn't make a move and sat mesmerized with the awful knowledge that everything, he was even abetting John Blodgett in his lechery and blackmail! Most incredible of all, on the other side of the heavy office door the business of Quiggville was going on just as usual, without a single citizen to know or to care that an innocent woman could be terrorized… or worse… by the town's two leading businessmen and that it could take place right in the bank manager's office!