Chapter 6

Jay drove rapidly along the freeways toward Santa Monica and home. It would be too late for dinner at home, so he stopped for a quick bite along the way. He hadn't spent much time at home the last few days, but tonight, he was determined to spend the whole evening-and night, too-with Betty. Maybe, we can start working things out, now... and right after I finish up this thing for Arnie... we'll take that vacation... together!

Betty's little, foreign car wasn't in the garage, when he parked. His natural thought was that she was out shopping, or visiting with one of her women friends.

His wife wasn't in the living room or the kitchen. Walking back to the bedroom wing, he looked into their bedroom and found it a shambles.

"What the hell... ?" He looked around, dumbfounded, realizing that most of Betty's things were missing. Christ! She's left me! He slumped down on the edge of the bed... drained, an empty shell. His first thoughts were bitter... almost paranoid. What made her leave? What did I do... to make her leave? Sure! I'm not home regular... but I'm out busting my ass to earn a living... a damn good one, too! Is there another man... ?

Finally, disconsolate, his mind in a chaotic whirl, he went out into the living room to get a good stiff drink. He mixed a triple... with a dash of water and a couple of ice cubes.

Then, he found Betty's note, by the telephone. He picked it up and fortified himself with a gulp of his drink, before he read: Jay,

I'm leaving! You don't seem to need me... or want me. I found out where, today! How many other days... and nights have you spent with women... like that girl named Carla? I've got to think; that's why I'm leaving. Right now, all I can think about is how badly you've hurt me, and I need time to decide whether or not we should try, again... or get a divorce. Betty

Divorce!? God damn! She's really... thinking about a divorce... and she doesn't even know why I went to see Carla Reynolds!... But, how in hell did she find out where I was?

His own scribbled note was lying under Betty's note. He picked it up, read it and figured his wife must have called Carla's number. There's no telling what that little bitch might have told her! Looking at the scrap of paper, he remembered that he had put it in his shirt pocket... And, she found it... and made a federal case out of it, practically... or anyway... she's working on a divorce case... ours!

... And, there was no way of knowing where she might have gone... no way of getting in touch with her... to explain... try to make her understand... that Carla meant nothing more than a source of information... a part of his job.

Jay was sure that he loved his wife. Now... I've lost her! Then, he proceeded to sit there... slugging down one drink after the other, until alcoholic oblivion overcame him.

The insistent ringing of the telephone awakened him finally at ten o'clock the following morning. He struggled to the desk and picked up the handset.

"Yeah... ?" he said thickly.

"Mr. Ballard... this is Karen. Mr. Pearson has been calling you. He insisted that you told him to call..."

"What... ? Oh, yeah... I did..." he mumbled. "Tell the operator... to put him through to my home phone... Okay... ?"

"All right, Mr. Ballard," his secretary said.

"Jay! Just call me Jay... Karen! By the way what time is it?"

"It's ten-oh-five... Jay," Miss Forrester said sweetly.

"Thanks... and I'll wait here for Arnie Pearson's call!"

He was fully awake ten minutes later, when Arnie called again.

"Joan told me you wanted to talk to me, Jay..."

"I do! Now, listen carefully! I know it's Ramsey... for sure! He's got two bird dogs out! One's a guy by the name of Jack Stearns. The other's named Pratt!"

"Yeah, I know Ollie Pratt. He used to be a fighter a few years back," Arnie said. "He was following me the last two days... and last night I put him out of commission!"

"What happened?" Ballard inquired.

Quickly, Arnie filled him in, with a few laconic details.

Jay added his own experience. "... And, Stearns tried to run me down with his car!"

"They're wanting to play rough, now... eh?"

"Yes! Now, there's a new development... I can't tell you about... but it makes me believe that the next step... is to get you... either to cripple you... make sure you won't be fighting... or... try to kill you!"

"They wouldn't go... that far?!"

"Don't bet on it!" Jay snapped. "They haven't located your new apartment, yet... and you're too big a target... when they do... so I want you to drop out of sight. Pack a minimum of things and meet me at my office in forty-five minutes!"

"You serious?" Arnie questioned. "What about my wife?"

"Don't tell her where you're going! The less she knows the better... and she'll be safe where she is... because now, it's you they're after! If you're in a hospital... or a morgue, you'll be no threat to Ramsey... and his plan to clean up on the next championship fight!"

"Where'll I be going?"

"To a little cabin I've got... up in the mountains!"

Betty Ballard didn't really like to drink, but she had just poured the third martini for herself, determined to get drunk... falling down drunk, for the first time in her life. Tomorrow... after she sobered up, she'd start thinking about what she would do... try to make a decision as to what she would do... go back to Jay and try, again... or file for divorce. Right then, divorce was the obvious solution... Except... that I think I do love him! If only... I hadn't been so snoopy and found out about th- that cheap little whore... h-he was with!

Letting himself in with the key that Jay had given him, Arnie Pearson carried in his single, light suitcase, set it down, locked the door and turned around to see a blonde vision of loveliness struggling to her feet from the divan where she had been sitting.

"Who are you... ?" she snapped. "... And where'd you get a key... to get in here?"

Arnie was surprised. Jay had told him the place would be empty. "I'm sorry... I thought the place was vacant..." Arnie began.

"Well... it isn't... as you can see! I'm here!" Betty told him. "So... you can leave, now!"

"Let me explain... I'm Arnie Pearson... and Jay Ballard, who owns this place sent me up here to stay... for a while!"

"... And, I'm Betty Ballard, Jay's wife... and I say you can't stay here!" She swayed toward him unsteadily. "So, get out!"

Arnie knew then that she had been drinking. Curious, he asked, "Does Jay know you're here?"

"No! I've left him!" She sat back down, as tears welled into her deep blue eyes.

For a moment, the big boxer stood there, undecided, not knowing what to say... or do.

"I-If there's... anything I can do... ?" he fumbled.

"There's nothing... a-anybody can do!" she sobbed.

"If... I knew why... maybe I could talk to him..." Arnie offered.

"You'd never understand!"

"Why don't you try me... Mrs. Ballard..." he soothed. "Sometimes talking about things... makes them easier..."

"I'm too miserable... about it all!" she sniffled.

"I'll listen... if you want to talk, Betty..."

... And suddenly, Betty felt as though she wanted to tell this big stranger her troubles. He seemed to be so concerned... and he was a friend of Jay's... And, maybe he could help... by talking to Jay... and letting him know how I-I feel...

"A-All right... I'll tell you..." Betty sniffled. "Drink... ?"

"Okay... I'll have a drink with you..." he agreed. "Whiskey. "

She arose uncertainly and made her way to the portable bar, where she made a bourbon and water for him; then, turning she brought it back across the room. Arnie saw her sway and lose her balance. Instantly, he was there to catch her. He took the drink from her, and she was in the circle of his arms, leaning against his broad, heavily muscled chest.

"Oh, I'm... s-so woozy..."

He helped her to the couch, and he couldn't help noticing the luscious curves of her body. He tingled where she had leaned against him, and he felt that sudden surge of pounding blood into his loins, erecting his penis to vibrantly throbbing life. Damn! She's some woman! I could really go for her... but Christ... she's Jay's wife!

... Then, she was talking, telling him of her suspicions that Jay had been unfaithful to her... that she knew she wasn't the best kind of wife... in bed... But, I was going to try to learn some of those things... he wanted me to do... if they'd make him happier... and keep him from... going t-to... other women!

"Such as... ?" he asked.

"Oh... you know... different positions... and things with your m-mouth..."

"I see..."

"... But, now... I'll never get the chance!"

She dissolved into tears again, and she leaned against him for comfort. His arms went around her, and he stroked her soft, honey-gold hair gently, lightly; then, he caressed and stroked the satin-smooth skin of her shoulder, her upper arm, while below, his balls began to ache as his scrotum crawled and pulled them up tight into his crotch. His pulsating cock jerked involuntarily. It'd be taking advantage of her... I guess. She's had several drinks... but she's so upset... and in need of affection... it wouldn't take much... to get her into the sack!... And... from what she's saying... Jay hasn't been fucking her... the last seven days! Christ... it'd be easy...

It felt so good to be enfolded in his strong arms... to be babied a little... to know he was listening... was interested in what she said, and she needed it... wanted his gentle, understanding warmth.

"I guess... what really bothers me... is that he was... w- with a... cheap little... wh-whore!"

"Brooding on it won't help! You'll just have to forget about it... even if it's true that a lot of those women... really know how to turn a man on," he told her. "They know all the tricks... licking and sucking... until he's hard as a rock..."

Arnie could feel the firmness of her mounding, warm breast, pressing against his chest, the nipple of it standing hard and erect where it poked into him through his shirt. She's getting hot! Hell... maybe I should try to fuck her... especially if she's starting to feel like it!

Despite her wrought up condition, her tears and the alcohol she had drunk, Betty held some images in her mind: Jay's warm, hugely throbbing cock... in her mouth... and in her imagination she was actually doing it; the other scene was a reversal. Her husband's long, moist tongue... was there, down between her legs, licking and sucking her there... and she was responding to it. Dimly, she wondered: Could I do it easier... if I had a few drinks first... ?

She felt soothed, being there in Arnie's arms... and she didn't want to think about her troubles. If she could just get Jay back... she knew they'd be able to work things out, but right now... it was so nice to talk to Arnie... to feel so serene... so protected there, in the snug cabin...

Strangely, as she thought about making love to Jay, in those new ways, she began to feel a tingling excitement, deep in her belly, and down there between her thighs, she felt the viscous droplets of lubrication exuded from her vagina's mouth. It was moistening her panties, and she could feel herself getting all warm. It was unexpected... but not unwelcome. Heavens! Imagine... I'm getting all aroused... just from thinking about what Jay... and I... will d-do... to each other... when we're together, again! She began to move her thighs uncomfortably, opening and closing them almost imperceptibly, in a gathering rhythm of sexual arousal. Her nipples were getting hard and erect... and she knew she'd have to put a stop to those lewd feelings. After all, Arnie wasn't her husband. She wouldn't think of doing anything... with another man... ! But, he was so male... so close, and too exciting!

Arnie felt the trembling excitement in her body, as he held her close, realizing that her sobbing misery was being replaced by a building sensuality.

With a little more boldness, now, he continued to caress her shoulder, letting his hand slip down gently along the length of her arm. There were no more tears, although her face was still buried in his chest; he sensed a quickening change in her breathing.

Then, as one treats a wild animal, taming it by careful handling, becoming more and more intimate with it, until its trust is strengthened to the point where it comes to cuddle in your arms, he brought his hand up, sliding it up along her back, teasing along the ridge of her spine, then down, again, and down, almost to the protruding curve of her buttocks.

Betty's breath was coming faster now. He felt it warm and humid against his chest, through the material of his shirt. Damn! Now's the time to move in on her!

Bringing his hand up to her shoulder again, he casually allowed it to slide down to press in against the swelling mound of her breast, kneading and massaging the resiliently smooth flesh through her dress and bra. She gasped and her body stiffened convulsively, but she said nothing... made no move to pull away from him.

Husky-voiced, Arnie whispered in her ear, "Of course... there's another thing... You could bring Jay up short... by letting him know... he's working a two-way street! It's the old story... of the goose and the gander..."

His thumb kept brushing across the hardened bud of her nipple, tauntingly, his own heart pounding with excitement as he wondered whether or not she would buy that story. Below, the achingly hardened shaft of his cock leaped, jerkingly, in a bid to escape from his imprisoning shorts and trousers.

It felt so good to have his hand on her breast... but there was something wrong. He was suggesting that she... do the same thing Jay had done... She'd have to stop him... before things got out of hand. Something could happen...

"You could get even... with him. Turnabout's only fair... isn't it... ?" Arnie breathed into her ear.

Turnabout? What's good for the gander is good... for the goose... ? Two-way street... ? Get even... with Jay... ? She had been hurt... badly! He was with... a little two-bit whore!

Could she make him suffer, too, the same way she had suffered? Did she dare take another man... as a lover, just to hurt him... show him that all was fair? Oh, God... I don't know!

Deftly, Arnie unbuttoned the top button of her dress, and his hand wormed its way inside, the warm palm of his hand trailing a tingling path along the smooth skin of her chest, down into the deep Vee of her bra to the velvety, soft pliancy of a naked breast. Down below, her hips squirmed, as slashingly powerful sex sensations charged her loins... and she knew! I'll dare to do it!... And, it'll teach Jay... a lesson!

Her lips lifted expectantly, and Arnie captured them moistly, his tongue snaking into her mouth to savor the sweetness of her, while she turned her body to him, clinging close, while her hand went up to press against the back of his head, welding their mouths together with the heat of their passion. Inside her bra, he rolled the distended cone of a hardened nipple to excite it to even greater erection. Now, her tongue parried his, until finally, it burst through into his mouth, and tiny mewling sounds issued from deep in her throat.

Jubilant triumph was Arnie's. She was all his... and he was going to fuck Jay Ballard's hot little wife... like she'd never been fucked before!

Confidently now, he took his hand away from her breasts and let it glide unerringly to her bare thigh, sliding up along it's curvaceous taper, along the softly smooth inner-side, upward to the pulsating warmth of her nylon-covered pussy, where he pushed a finger into the moist furrow and rubbed gently, up and down, through the thin material of her panties.

Undulating up against his rummaging hand, her hips ground counteringly, and he pushed the leg-band of her wispy panties aside, parting the softly resilient pubic down to slip his finger into the moist, trembling passage of Betty's suddenly warmly quivering little cuntal lips.

He teased, caressingly, at the hardened bud of her clitoris, reveling in the feel of her soft, elastic-like pussy mouth and feeling the vibrant arousal in her lusciously voluptuous body.

Betty recoiled violently at the searing contact of his hand against the nakedness of her lust-incited cunt. She groaned, as she realized that this was for real... that he was really going to... go ahead and... do it... to her. Oh, God, no! It's wrong! It's still adultery... and I really do love my h-husband! I'll have to make him stop it... n-now!

... But, it was too late! She couldn't stop it... stop him... or herself. She was already too far gone! There was no way she could pull herself away from him, now. His hand on her cunt was driving her wild, and his tongue in her mouth was so sexy. His hand on her body was like little electric shocks. God! She wanted. She needed... And dimly through the dizzying fumes of the alcohol in her brain, she knew it was too late...

Arnie knew that she was fighting against herself. She's hot to trot... but she's still got that Puritan hang-up... that won't let go! He whispered in her ear, "Don't fight it, Baby! It's time you broke loose... and started enjoying yourself... too!"