"Well… the girl's my mama sort of like a common-law wife…!" he explained.
Her questions went on and on. Mickey answered. Their drinks were finished. He ordered another round… and finally another. Vivian was almost mesmerized by his talk… his animal magnetism, and as the alcohol befogged her brain, he became ever more fascinating to her. Dimly, she knew she was treading on dangerous ground. She was becoming sexually aroused… tempted, almost beyond reason, to offer herself to this magnificent, animal of a man. There was that delicious, pervading warmth in her loins, the moist readiness between her legs that caused her to cross and re-cross them, in an attempt to find a comfortable position. God! It'd be exciting to be fucked… by a man… like this! She thought about Harry, for a moment. Hell! What Harry doesn't know… won't hurt him! Before they had started swinging… and joined the swap club, Harry had had a number of torrid affairs, operating under that same principle. Anyway… he was threatening to go after that Brewster woman… on his own… and leave me out of it… completely… but I don't care, now! Stan Brewster was too chicken-hearted… to take what I was offering him! Damn him! The more I think about it… the madder I get… the way he acted so offended when I was feeling his cock! Any other man would have been panting to make it with me… but not him! I still wonder…
She didn't have to wonder about Mickey. He was all man! His eyes devoured her. She knew that he, like most men, had been mentally undressing her, and she felt as though she had nothing more to hide from him. The raw desire for her was there in the hot salaciousness of his bold, unwavering stare, his open appreciation of her loveliness, but he had, so far, said nothing in the way of making a pass at her. He had, also, carefully refrained from touching her… yet she was hot for him. God! Dare she cross the invisible line of propriety to let him know what she was feeling… what she wanted?
Vivian had done it often, before, with several different men… just as she had with Stan Brewster, but his man, Mickey Blackum was different; somehow, she knew his wildness could be dangerous. Harry's warning was still there, lodged somewhere in a far corner of her mind… but she ignored it.
Feeling only her sexual excitement of the moment, she turned her smoky, grey eyes on him… and her hand, below, silently reinforced her message, as her fingers touched his thigh, lightly, and inched their salacious way toward his crotch, until they feather-brushed across the hardened shaft of his massive penis. She felt it throb warmly through the heavy denim of his jeans.
Mickey's dark eyes were flooded, instantly, with passionate desire. Damn! She's asking for it… plain as hell!
He grinned at her, lewdly, asking, "You like it… doll?"
"What…? Oh… excuse me…!" She was flustered. Quickly, she tried to withdraw her hand, but he was too fast for her. He caught her hand and held it close up against the pulsing bulk of his cock in his pants. "If you like it… have a good feel… then we'll go try it… for size!" he leered, enjoying her discomfiture.
"No… please, Mickey… I–I don't know what made me… do that! It was… accidental!"
"Accidental, hell!"
With his free hand, he picked up his drink and drained the glass. "Let's go!" he barked. His voice was hard as steel.
Then, keeping a tight grip on her arm, he walked her from the dimly lighted bar into the waning afternoon sunshine. Vivian was stunned by his sudden action, and she knew, as they reached the outside that it was all a gross mistake. She was out of her element with this roughneck.
"Let me go!" she hissed, unwilling to cause a scene that might attract attention. "You're hurting me!"
The motorcycle gang leader paid no attention to her pleadings, as he led her to his big motorcycle. "There's a nice spot… up by the falls… out of the way… no people around! We'll go up there!"
"L–Listen…! Listen to me Mickey! It's all a big mistake! I really don't… want to… go anywhere… with you!"
They had reached his machine. "What…?" He stared at her, disbelief on his face. "There's no mistake! You want to be fucked and I want to fuck you so that's what we'll do!"
"No! You don't understand! I–I didn't mean to… to…"
"The hell you didn't mean it!" he grated. "… Unless you're just a little cock-teaser… and if there's anything I hate it's having some broad throw it around… just for show and tell… and then try to cop out!"
Suddenly, Vivian jerked herself free of his strong grasp and ran toward her car. She was desperate, now! The man was dangerous! She had seen the smoldering madness in his eyes, and his swift change from amiability… to raw, animal lust, mixed with his instant, flaming anger, frightened her.
Mickey could have caught her, easily… but a struggle with her in public wasn't worth it.
The whole thing would be misunderstood… marked down in the police blotters as assault… attempted kidnap… and anything else that could be dreamed up. He looked after her, as she ran, like a frightened rabbit, to her car, got into it, started it and drove, rapidly, out of the parking lot. Okay, baby doll! You asked for it… and by God… you're going to get it! Nobody plays cock-teaser with Mickey Blackum… because if they do… they pay for it! He grinned, sardonically, to himself. Damn! It'll be fun… to take her off that high and mighty high horse she's riding! She'll squirm… before I'm through with her! Yes! God damn it! She'll squirm… on the end of my cock… and love it!
Vivian's heart pounded in her chest! She looked back, briefly, to see Mickey Blackum still standing beside his motorcycle… and she was relieved that he wasn't following her. Oh, God! It was a horrible mistake! That man isn't normal, somehow… and there's no telling what he might do!
She drove fast. Getting back to Harry in their trailer was her only goal, at that instant, and she thought, miserably, about what her husband would say… if he ever found out…! He'll never know about it… if I can help it! Oh, God! I should never have done it… especially after Harry warned me…! And… I hope and pray… nothing else comes of this!
CHAPTER FIVE
The outing with the Williams, Lois decided, had been quite pleasant, but she was disturbed. She tried to tell herself it was just imagination… But, Vivian Williams seemed to be almost too interested in Stan… almost like she was making a play for him!
Then, there was Harry, Vivian's husband. Why a couple of times I caught him looking at me like he was undressing me with his eyes! She felt flattered… that he was paying attention to her. But that look… ugh! It was vile! Like he wanted to… Lois didn't want to finish the thought to its conclusion… but she knew he was thinking about sex… with her as the sexual object. Her voyeuristic experience of the night before had been frightening, in a way; she had learned that… under the right circumstances, even she might change her mind, rearrange her attitudes and do something she'd be sorry for later… like wanting to have another man make love to her. She remembered with revulsion how she had reacted… what she had thought… If she could help it… nothing like that would ever really happen!
Driving the short distance back to their campsite, Harry and Vivian Williams had dropped them off at their camper… after Vivian had pleaded a sudden headache, which ended the day of sightseeing. She had accepted it. Maybe Stan'll take me out to dinner, anyway! It'd be nice… since we don't really go out often enough… She hoped it would put Stan in the mood… for later on… in bed…
As they entered their camper, waving goodbye, cheerily to the Williams, Lois asked, "Darling… can we still go out to dinner, tonight?"
"What…? Dinner…? Yeah… Okay…!" He roused himself from his reverie long enough to give his wife the answer she wanted. Christ! I'm one stupid son-of-a-bitch! She was practically offering it to me… on a silver platter… and I turned her down! There're ways, I suppose… to carry on an affair… I should have tried to find out more of what she had in mind… before I cut her off! Why, hell… a chance like that doesn't come along very often…! And is she built! She's got a body that doesn't stop! Nice big breasts… good hips… a nice, tight, round ass! Damn it! I could kick myself… for a crazy, stupid fool!