"You're sure you won't mind being on your own today?" David said. "I do hate running off every Saturday and leaving you saddled with the children…"
"Now don't be silly, David. Flora will see to the kids. I'm… driving into town to do some shopping."
"Oh… well, that's fine, honey," he said. Then he got his golf-clubs out, moving swiftly lest she suggest giving him a lift to the country-club in her car, which she had often done in the past. But luckily, he saw that this notion was not going to occur to her today, although he made sure she saw him loading his clubs in his own car.
"Goodbye, dear," he said, after their friendly dry-ice kiss. "Have fun in town."
"And you shoot a hole in one for me, darling!" she said, waving cheerily as he backed out of the driveway.
"Oh David, I'm so glad to see you!" Valerie Hudson was a bundle of lisping ebullience as she greeted him an hour later. The silvery blond dips of her hair were full and loose about her shoulders, and she looked outrageously appetizing in a see-through Juliet-dress of pale chiffon, while David stood there and made positive identity of everything she owned: full and dimpled charms no longer the forbidden fruit of his dreams.
She took his hands and pulled him eagerly across the threshold. "Darling, when that phone rang yesterday, I knew it was you. I mean, even before I picked it up, I knew it!"
"Oh, I know all about your extra-sensual perceptions," he grinned at her, his eyes scanning all those shimmering annexes beneath her dress.
Laughing, she reached up and pulled his face down to hers, her lips ripe and questing as they kissed, her hands travelling down his back, going investigative at his hard, round buttocks, slapping him there. "Ahhh David, what a brilliant structure you are. Face, physique and fanny, all luscious!"
"Leave my fanny out of this!" he protested, pulling her closer and burying his lips against the silky-hot flesh above her bodice.
"Oh no, my darling… Those hot back-buns of yours will come in very handy once we hang out your shingle. In fact, when we finally get you up on that auction-block, every inch of your anatomy will shape up into an asset."
He raised up and pressed a finger to her lips. "Stop talking like a lady-butcher. I want you. In my arms, in your bedroom, in my mouth…"
Valerie shuddered a little with this intoxicating announcement, lightly licking his fingertips as they pressed against her lips. She took his hand. "Come," she said. "We'll map out our strategy later."
Her bedroom was as massive as it was French and feminine, with a queen-size bed, naturally; and despite her diminutive stature, Valerie filled it to overflowing. What a wingspread this girl has, thought David, after he speedily undressed her and watched as she flung her naked body onto the downy quilt, thighs divided for him, squirming there. Recalling his dream, David gazed briefly upwards at the ceiling, promptly deciding it would be an architectural impossibility for it to budge a single inch. He also noted that the walls of this enormous room were draped in much the same fashion as that to be found in her living-room. With the exception of one eight-foot wide panel directly across from the bed. This was a floor-length inlaid mirror, designed to record their every squirm. Wistfully, David wished there'd been such a mirror on the other side of that wall, chronicling their historic performance on the white-fur rug in the living room. And now he gazed at Valerie's crystal-clear reflection, then back to the living proof of her in bed. Then he quickly stripped down and descended upon her.
There were none of her barked-out instructions this time, for Valerie knew what this adventuring boy wanted to do to her… wanted that confection from which she'd kept re-routing him the last time. The oral finesse. David was still eager to plumb the full depths of this new talent, hungry to serve her up for it, stripped and palpitating harlot always so willing to be imbibed afresh. So get her all poised and quivery for it, boy, and give her the moist endowments, the wet seeking intimacies, and up goes the curtain on that soft showery ballet… tongue-dance at the pulsing hub and the base of her.
And then, when done, gaze brightly up and wait for milady's still-thrashing approval…
"For a novice you are fantastic!" she praised him, pulling him upwards for the after-kisses. "Think how marvelous it'll be to get paid for that, instead of having to pay."
He frowned, but did not stop kissing her, gliding his lips over hers as he spoke. "I brought fifty with me this time, so we needn't discuss money."
"That's eighty, my pet. You owe me thirty from the last time, remember?"
David lurched angrily up and away from her, and then suddenly burst out laughing. "Oh man, you are one mercenary bitch! I think you've got a turnstile built in down there…" he made a fist and jabbed it at her fuzzy blond nest.
Her lips curved into a grin and she pulled him down to her again, her murmurs lispy and guileless. "You'll find I'm very expensive, David. But darling, you won't even miss the money I'll cost you once you stick a price-tag on your own swinging valuables. Don't you think all this gash is worth selling yourself for… hmmm, baby?"
"Shut up, Goddammit!.. I can afford you right now. I brought enough with me…" He dove down and ran his tongue along the fleshy dip between her breasts, crazily pressing the fat globes to his ears so as not to hear her words, wanting to block out everything but the moment and the feel of her.
"Next time, too, David," she reminded him. "Fifty every time you see me…" lifting his head up from her valley and pushing a nipple between his lips. "And I like gifts too. Jewelry, antiques…"The nipple hardening as he nuzzled.
"But dammit," he mumbled with his mouth full, "I satisfy you in bed, don't I… Hmmm, honey? Don't I satisfy you?"
"Oh for Christ's sake, everybody satisfies me in bed!" she let out an ironic burst of laughter. "It's just that I've always wanted the icing on the cake… wanna pop my cream and have it, too. You dig?"
He rose up and stared down at her in disbelief. "Is that really true, Valerie? You… you actually enjoy having sex with all your customers? Even if they're old… and fat…?"
She gave him a bright, defiant smile. "Honey, whenever I go to bed with a John I'm a little like Pollyanna. I'm able to find the good in all of 'em. All they have to be is nude, breathing, solvent, and here!" she fiercely pounded the mattress. "And baby, that's democracy in action!"
David continued to stare at her, trying to imagine her coupling with the grotesque and the obese. "You mean… guys in their sixties and seventies…?"
"Oh, you poor dear innocent boy! Those are often the most virile, accomplished and enormously built stallions of all, if you have a little patience and work on 'em long enough. Who cares if their faces are wrinkled when Mother Nature so beautifully preserves their ding-dongs? In fact, some of the best times I've ever had were with sexy septuagenarians…"
"Well then… Christ!.. Maybe I should just get out of here and come back in forty years, if that's how you get your kicks…"
"All rightie! But before you go, leave the money where I can see it."
David let out a furious roar and flung his naked body hard against hers, his member stiff and swollen from the excitement of perversion he'd found in her words, as he envisioned her sucking the long limp cocks of doddering old men… dirty old basket-cases nobody in their right mind would even touch, let alone lick. "Aw, you dirty filthy pig… you whore!.. you Goddamned slut!.. Tell me if I'm old enough to fuck you right this minute, tell me if I can use this picked-over piece of junk you call your body… that anybody can have or eat or split… damn you, with your fat tits and your cutesy lisp and that cuddly trap of a cunt… Tell me if I'm old enough or solvent enough to do this… and this…" And damn… if he didn't zoom in and crunch up and do it!.. not waiting for her orders, not waiting to be positioned or launched or pointed… but unnnn!.. slamming it…