"Keep it in and keep it hard and pump it!" she roared.
He recognized the dictator-sounds again, and knew that nobody in his right mind would dare disobey. Christ, how ferocious she sounded, like maybe she'd bite his balls off if he stopped. And damn him, if his cock wasn't doing exactly what she'd demanded of it. Staying hard, because she hadn't stopped twirling and revolving her neat swampy cushion of an ass… ohh grinding her legs about him, slamming him back into the dripping waves of his own spent cream and making everything wetter now… aw, feel those trickles… oh happy!.. Christ, how happy he was, running away from home in her… inside this strange elegant Gypsy-cunt, hot body-hook in there sucking the blood-filled head of his cock like it was a big nipple, then lapping the sides and base of it as he swiped in and out, up and down and banging… and now he felt the molten beginnings of her orgasm, as her body became a fearful mass of writhing jerks and twists, and for a moment David thought that maybe here was one girl who should be tied down whenever she popped…
"Feel that?" she cried out. "Ooh honey, it's Cyclone-Weather in there… unnnn!.. I'm brewin' the storm, baby… brewin' it…!" Her flailing legs hurled him over on his side and they went rolling off the big sheep-rug… rocking and fucking all over the floor as David kept that wet rod of his locked inside of her, jammed and drowned there. Now they hurled back onto the rug once more, while Valerie still kept letting go… and go… and go… hot spurting girl-flood… oooh man, what a mighty eruption for such a little girl, David thought, limp and dazed by the blasting power of what she swished out at him… continuing to cram everything she needed right up that gulpy pool of her, and now… aw no, he couldn't believe it!.. but sure, it… it felt like it… no mistaking that feeling… oooh damn! Not again!.. "Aw Jesus, baby, I'm doin' it too!.. number three derrick gushin' up now… ahhhh!.. oil from the deep, from the bowels of Mother Earth… aw, my cock's singin' in the rain in there, sweet baby… ooh hot pouring quicksand, honey… get it and match it… and wear it…!"
They went under like that. Then clung and sighed and took the final laps of their joust together. Merger most fluid and sublime… quieting them, gently, slowly. Waves subsiding, breath-flows easing. And then, the welcomed arrival, as they embraced the gentler destination and let it stop like a dying wind, like a twirling carousel after the children leave it. Calm. Summer's end…
Later they showered together, and Valerie finally did massage him in deft Oriental fashion, even applying the traditional technique of walking barefoot of his naked haunches. David sighed and gave himself to the delicious relaxation. And then, warily wondered if this gesture might be a preview of their future relationship-busty little lion-tamer walking all over him, cracking the whip…
Valerie ordered a superb Japanese dinner that evening, which David quite willingly shared with her. They sipped Sake and smoked, each taking great pleasure in admiring the other's disturbing good looks. Now perhaps he'd get to know this quivering little mystery-girl, thought David, since there hadn't, as yet, been too much sensible conversation between them. He quickly learned what he'd already suspected, that she was extremely well-educated. A native New Yorker and a graduate of Columbia University, having majored in Sociology. She'd apparently held several important jobs in the public relations field, until… "I found I was making so many lucrative contacts on my own, I decided to branch out and go solo. I hate being a slave to a big corporation, don't you, David?"
It was a question that hit home, although David wasn't too sure about the kind of freedom she was endorsing.
"Anyway, I gave up pledging allegiance to Madison Avenue to live for kicks in San Francisco, where there are more orgasms per capita than any other city on earth. It's the sex-capital of the world, you know!"
"When you want it to be," he said, grinning at her, and wondering what she was really trying to tell him. "And when you're equipped…"
"Oh, we're equipped, you and I, darling. We're both where it's at-fun-wise, I mean…"
He glanced briefly about at the lush trappings of her apartment. "You must have saved a lot of money in New York to retire in such comfort."
"Then you like the place? It's a co-op, you know."
"Oh? You mean you own it outright?"
She laughed. "No, Mr. Innocent, it's owned jointly by a whole legion of backers. And fronters too, I suppose, if you want to get anatomical."
"I see," he nodded grimly, and felt like a naive fool for not having seen the truth at once; although perhaps he had, but wanted to postpone facing all the obvious clues. "You're an expensive whore, Valerie-is that it?"
"Oh now please, David, don't look so pious and shocked simply because I speak good English and don't stink of cheap deodorants. If I can bring some style and dignity to the oldest profession, why not? And besides, everyone should be permitted to do the work they love and make a decent living at it… "
"Well…" he muttered, staring blankly at her for a few seconds, "I guess this can't be my cue to ask 'what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?'… because the place is lovely and so are you. And hell… I suppose I should be flattered that your interest in me had nothing to do with business…"
"Ahh, but that's a gross misconception, darling!" she said. "It's true that you got me so excited, I neglected to set down the rules of my trade, but you can take heart, David, because when they look like you, I give them a discount. Only fifty dollars."
David pushed back his chair and got up from the table, glaring at her. "Are you saying that I'm supposed to… to pay you, now… tonight?"
"Well, I don't send out statements, dear," she said, "although if you like, you can work it off. Once I have some glossies made up of those pictures I snapped of you I'll be able to whip up a very hungry clientele for you. Let's see now, just two customers at twenty-five dollars an hour should nicely take care of what you owe me for today."
"Oh now wait a minute," he said, "I don't know what kind of whorish plans you've got for me, but you can forget them right now. And as for what I owe you… well, Jesus! Who the hell every heard of a prostitute soliciting by computer?"
"Don't knock it, angel! I'll have you know some of my best Johns were dug up through computer-mating services. People who fill out those questionaires are more than just hot, they're desperate. Hard-core daily masturbaters, most of them, and they know what they want. Of course, not many of them are too loaded in the money-department, but if a girl's unforgettable enough-and remember, David, that's what you said I was-these are the kind of slobs who'll do anything to dig up the money she needs. I try to steer clear of the tycoons and the landed gentry, not only because there aren't as many of them as there are ordinary horny civilians, but I find that enormously wealthy-type satyrs rarely cough up anything but their own phlegm."
This all sounded too swift and deadly for David to fully absorb it. He moved out of the dining-area into the living-room, where he sank onto a satiny French divan and reached for a cigarette. Valerie rose and followed him, choosing to sit in a nearby chair as she watched his face, awaiting his reactions. Still muddled and confused, David said: "But dammit, you and I were so great together, Valerie… and man, you were hot for me!.. That was no put-on…"