Chapter 4

Leon Brooks, an intelligent, hard-working man who was tired and pressed for time, since he was working long days and much of each evening, should have realized that somehow his wife's explanation that she had bought the new washing machine with her Eko-Klean commission money, didn't wash clean at all, even if the new machine did. He didn't question it, although it stuck in the back of his mind that she hadn't been working at her selling job long enough to have brought in that much money. Fatigue caught up with him, even while they were talking about it. They were in bed. He had a transitory interest in sex, just before they crawled in between the sheets, but there are times in all men's lives when their bodies' crying need for rest, untroubled sleep, is greater than their sex drive. So it was with Leon. He went to sleep, his deep breathing and faint snore telling Virginia that there wasn't any hope, at least for that evening.

Ever since that day when Arthur Hartman had forced her to submit to him, she had been burdened by a crushing sense of guilt. There was no way she could assuage those feelings either; she couldn't tell Leon about what had happened, unless she were willing to risk a complete breakdown of her marriage. And the only way she was going to be able to pay off Hartman was to earn the money. To that end, she, too, was working every available hour she could get, sandwiching sales demonstrations in between her regular household chores; then, desperately, she began to leave some things undone, as she hustled about, following up every possible lead. She hoped against hope that Leon wouldn't discover her dereliction in housekeeping, as well.

One thing to her credit in all of this was that she was actually selling, increasing her volume by leaps and bounds. She was also able to sign on three more people under her sponsorship. Just as soon as she could get to it, she planned to apply for it officially; meanwhile, she was just too busy to contact the main office about it, and she definitely didn't want to get in touch with Arthur, unless she absolutely had to do so. In just three days, she had made commissions of fifty-one dollars and forty- two cents. Only a hundred more dollars to go! She exulted in it, but wondered whether she could keep up such a killing pace. God, I'll have to do it! Under no circumstances did she ever want to prostitute herself again! The humiliation and degradation she had suffered were almost too much to bear... not to mention the guilt she carried around with her.

The telephone call from Arthur was heart-stopping. Fortunately, Leon hadn't come home yet from his service station, because she had a good cry after Hartman had hung up.

He had told her, "Mr. Foxx wants to see us in his office tomorrow at two-thirty!"

"U-us? Do you mean he wants you there, too... ?"

"That's right, baby!" His voice had sounded grim. "Mr. Foxx is pretty sharp, and I think he's found something wrong with our accounts!"

"B-but I thought..." she had stuttered. "I thought you... had c- covered it... and that I-I was in debt to you... personally..."

"Well, I guess I was a little short, myself... and I didn't think it'd be noticed for a week or two," he had lied glibly. "Anyway, we've got to show up there! And be on time! Mr. Foxx doesn't like to wait for people!"

Virginia was sure that her whole world was tumbling in on her. Now she was short one hundred and fifty dollars instead of the hundred she had figured, since Hartman had told her that his little sex session with her was worth at least fifty dollars. It's really the Eko-Klean company I owe it to! He lied to me! Oh, my God! He lied! Now what can I do?

She was all finished with her heartbroken sobbing and had bathed her face and eyes with cold water so it wouldn't show, before Leon arrived.

There was one tremulous moment that evening, after Leon had made love to her, when she was on the verge of telling him everything and throwing herself on his mercy. If he can find any in his heart for me after I've confessed it all... The thing that stopped her was the terrifying thought that he might not be willing to forgive her; that he would leave her. It was a paralyzing, almost pathological fear that kept her from saying anything to Leon. She didn't even mention that she had to go in to the city to the main office the following day.

Virginia had never met Hugo Foxx, the area supervisor. He had spoken briefly at a sales meeting she had had to attend, and her impression of him was that he was a hard-as-nails businessman who would stand for no nonsense, especially as regarded to money, company money. When she arrived at his office, she still hadn't the slightest idea of what she was going to say in defense of her actions. Several things had whirled confusingly through her mind, but in the end she had to admit that there wasn't much she could say, except to tell the truth. The other thing uppermost in her mind was a wild idea that she could offer to pay it off, foregoing all of her commissions until the debt was cleared up. Above all, she would plead with him not to press charges or try to collect the debt from her husband. She knew that it would all be highly irregular to a trained business mind such as Mr. Foxx's, but she would just have to make him understand, more successfully, she hoped, than she had with Arthur Hartman.

With weak-kneed legs, she entered the Eko-Klean outer office and presented herself to the secretary-receptionist.

"Oh yes, Mrs. Brooks Mr. Foxx is expecting you, but you're early. Please have a seat for a few moments." A tight, secretive smile bordering on an outright smirk curled the secretary's sensuous lips as she watched Virginia turn away to take a nearby chair.

As she sat down and carefully crossed her nylon-clad legs, Virginia asked, "Is Mr. Hartman here yet?"

"He's with Mr. Foxx now."

The woman's frankly appraising look bothered Virginia somewhat, and she shifted uncomfortably, looking around the outer office self- consciously. She would have been appalled to know the other woman's thoughts at that moment. Janice Baker knew, or could guess fairly accurately, the reason for the blonde's being there. She, herself, was a frequent occupant of that convertible bed in Hugo's private office.

In a very few minutes, which seemed like an eternity to Virginia, Mr. Foxx's bass voice rumbled from the intercom, summoning her into his presence.

Arthur Hartman lounged at ease in an armchair. Hugo was standing behind his desk, pale blue eyes boldly sweeping over her, as he courteously bade her to be seated with an amiable smile.

Relaxing a little, she sat down, lulled into a false security by the friendliness he exuded. It didn't last very long. Hugo came to the point bluntly. "You've been less than honest, Mrs. Brooks, in your handling of Eko-Klean funds!"

She tried to explain; offered to make it up from her commissions; in fact, she went through everything she had thought about, and in the end, as she saw that all of her imploring arguments were met with implacable negatives, she burst into tears, with a final "Then I-I just don't know what to do! The main thing is... I don't want L-Leon, m-my husband, to find out what I've done!"

Hugo told her then, "Arthur and I have resolved his part in this! Now you owe that money directly to me, and I intend to collect - now!"

Through miserable, tear-dimmed eyes, she looked up at him and trembled. "H-how... ?" Then she saw salacious lust in those pale blue eyes, set wide in his craggy, lined face. The answer was there in her mind even before he spoke. Oh no! Oh, God, no! Not him!?

"From what Arthur has told me already, I think you know the method of repayment!" he leered. "Or do you want me to spell it out for you?"

Virginia gasped in disbelief, aghast, "Do you m-mean... sex?"

"Exactly! You're very bright about that, at least!" he smirked. "So - if you cooperate with us - you can wipe out that debt, and your little secret from your husband remains secret..." His voice trailed off, but there was a hint of a threat of possible consequences.

That little word "us" stuck with her, its importance to what he said bludgeoning her with its pregnant meaning.

"You said 'us'?" she questioned. "Y-you can't mean that? Both of you? A-at the s-same time... ?"

"That's right, baby!" Hartman grunted. He had said little during the time she had sat there in Foxx's office with the two men. Now he confirmed her worst fears. "Both of us are going to fuck you at the same time - until you can't see straight!"

"Ooooohhhh, my Goddddd!" she moaned. "No! No! Nooooo!"

"Then you're choosing the alternative? Jail?" Hugo grated.

"No!" Virginia cried. She felt like that trapped animal that once caught in the steel-jawed trap struggles to free itself, but only succeeds in causing the cruel teeth to dig in deeper, hold the trapped paw tighter yet. She knew, once again, that she would have to do what they demanded of her. But both of them? Ugh!

"Then you'll do it?" Hugo persisted.

"Y-yes. What else... ?" she blubbered. All her will to fight was drained from her.

In an unreal mist, she heard the area supervisor talking on his intercom. "No calls for the next hour, Mrs. Baker!"

Janice's voice was tinny on the small speaker. "All right, Mr. Foxx. Shall I close up?"

"Why?"

"I thought maybe you'd like things evened up in there!"

"You're impertinent, Janice!"

"I was just trying to be a good Girl Friday!"

"You're still out of line, and I should fire you, right now!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Foxx... terribly sorry..." His secretary's voice trailed off as she felt the sting of his chastisement.

"Some God damned broads start to think they own you... after a while!" Hugo boomed angrily at no one in particular.

Deep in her own morass of self-pity, Virginia was wondering where her new debauchment by these two leering goats of men was to take place, when Hugo Foxx stepped around his desk and took her by the arm, assisting her from her chair, and said, "Well, Virginia, I think it's time we all went into my private office!"

Here? Right here? Oh, God! Somehow, she had had notions of a hotel room, or a bedroom in one of their homes. Numbly, she allowed herself to be led into the room adjoining his working office. Then, just as numbly, she sat down on the couch, as he led her to it, shaking her head negatively when he offered her a drink. With tear-filled, downcast eyes, she tried to visualize how it was possible for two men to have sexual intercourse with one woman at the same time.

"Come on, Virginia, baby, remember last time? A couple of drinks and you were ready for anything!" Hartman urged, lifting his own filled glass coaxingly.

She flared out at him. "I don't want anything to drink! Nothing!" I don't want to lose control of m-myself... like I did with Arthur!"

"Suit yourself!" Hugo eased his bulk down beside her, sipping a Scotch on the rocks, and his ham-like paw went out to her knee to caress suggestively.

Even as a loathing for his touch flooded through her, she also sensed a certain animal magnetism in Hugo Foxx, an intense maleness that seemed to exude from him, and there was an accompanying, unexplained tingling thrill, definitely sexual, that ran with searing fingers up and down her spine, as his exploring fingers inched up higher along the satiny, warmly pliant flesh of her inner thigh. Timidly, she looked up at him. She saw nothing attractive at all about him. He's an ugly old man! But there was no explanation forthcoming to her as to why she was beginning to feel a tiny glow of arousal deep in her belly.

Sitting across from her, Hartman had been drinking steadily from his glass; now he tossed down the remainder, set the glass down, and moved to sit on the other side of her. "Let's get this show on the road!" he exclaimed impatiently; at the same time, he fumbled with the zipper at the back of her dress. In a moment he had run it down to her waist with a metallic sigh of finality.

Still looking down in her shame, Virginia saw the thick pulsing bulge inside Hartman's pants, which graphically reminded her of what was going to happen in a very few minutes.

For an instant she resisted him, as he pulled her dress forward and off her arms. "Oh, please... ?" She clasped the front of her dress back up to her fearfully heaving breasts.

"Hell!" Hartman rasped. "It's no fun to fuck a woman with her clothes on!" Roughly, he pulled her dress down again.

Then, as Arthur began working on the snaps of her lace-trimmed brassiere, she sensed that Hugo, on the other side of her, was rising. Quickly, she glanced in his direction and saw that he was removing his tie and jacket. He, too, she couldn't help noticing, had a huge, telltale bulge in the front of his suit pants. Her brassiere was off now, and she automatically brought her arms up to her chest to cover her breasts.

"That's not fair, baby!" Arthur firmly removed her protective arms, his hot mouth coming wetly down to immediately capture the pink bud of one of her slowly hardening nipples. He sucked it up hungrily, nibbling with his lips, his tongue laving at the sensitive peak of flesh, while his hand was busy with its twin, his fingers massaging caressingly and rolling the now erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Unbidden again, she felt delicious sensations race chargingly through her. It was exactly what she didn't want. She had been telling herself over and over: They can do what they want to me, but I won't let them make me like it! I won't! I WON'T!

"You two will have to stand up for a moment!" It was Hugo, behind them.

Virginia stood up and Art took her solidly into his arms, his hands moving deftly to push her dress down over her smoothly flaring hips. It fell with a sigh down around her feet. Then he was pressing her in tight against him, his hands on the softly rounded moons of her buttocks, feeling them through her nylon panty hose and pulling her up against the warm, pulsing bulge of his erect penis. His hard male flesh was hot against her fearfully cringing abdomen. She was revolted at the idea of how she was being used, but just as before, she knew of no way to extricate herself. Her voluptuous young body slumped against him with abysmal resignation. He tilted her head up, and kissed her hard and long, his agile tongue probing sinuously between her lips and teeth. She didn't resist him. She just stood there limply and let him have his fun, as his avid hands ran up and down her back and caressed the full-mounded protuberances of her nylon-covered ass cheeks, and as she stood there unresisting, she tried to make her mind a blank, pretend that none of this was really happening to her and wishing that she couldn't feel anything. There was a metallic click behind her followed by a couple of thumps. Glancing from the corner of her eye, she saw that Hugo had done something with the couch. It was now a big, soft bed. She remembered thinking: How, clever!

Behind her now, his voice coming from the bed itself, she heard Hugo Foxx growl, "Get those God damned panty hose off of her! I want to see what the little bitch looks like bare-assed naked!"

Hartman stopped kissing her then and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panty hose. With slow deliberateness he pulled them down over her nakedly quivering buttocks, exposing the soft round moons to his boss's hungrily devouring eyes. Finally, he knelt before her and finished rolling the garment down over the smooth columns of her firmly tapered thighs. Arthur helped her to step out of them, then turned her around to face Hugo Foxx on the bed.

Her gasp of dismay couldn't be held back. Lying naked on the bed, he was propped up on two pillows, his huge, barrel-chested body seemingly covered all over with dark brown hair, which made him look for all the world like a bear. The hairiness of his body contrasted sharply with his clean-shaven face and shiny, bald pate, but it was the immense shaft of his manhood, lancing out from the tangle of hair, that her eyes focused on hypnotically. His penis was long and thick, unbelievably so, and she would never have entered this room, no matter what the consequences, if she'd had any inkling he was more like a bull than a man.

"There! Didn't I tell you that she was something else!" Hartman was exulting.

"Yeah! She's all right! Yes! More than a little bit of all right!" Hugo grunted, his eyes running over her voluptuous nakedness, with pure lust shining in them now. He followed her staring eyes to the spearing shaft of his fully erect cock.

"Are you impressed... or worried?" he asked with a smile, his hamlike hand going down to encircle it caressingly. "Or both?"

Virginia looked away, shamed that she had shown an untoward interest in the man's penis. "N-no... I-I just couldn't help looking..." she mumbled.

"You were admiring it, then?"

"No... it's just that it's... s-so..." she stumbled.

"So big... ?" he queried. "Then that means you're worried about whether it'll fit in that cute little cunt of yours?"

Virginia stood there, confused, until he grinned at her and went on, "I'm kidding you, of course!" He patted the bed beside him. "Come on over here beside me, now!"

For a moment she hesitated and was nudged forward by Arthur Hartman. Reluctantly, she padded over to the bed and sat down uneasily on the edge of it. Hugo sat up, wrapped his powerful arms around the naked young woman, and lifted her into position beside him. She lay on her back, trembling in despair, shame and fright, as he stretched out beside her, still embracing her, his burly, hirsute body pressed tight against her, his rampantly erect cock trapped between his abdomen and her faintly trembling thigh. She felt its throbbing heat and the involuntary lurching of it signaling his anticipation. As she lay there, quivering in his hairy embrace, she had the suffocating sensation of being hugged by some primordial caveman. Vaguely she remembered a chart she had seen once, which showed the evolutionary scale of man's development, and she wondered whether Hugo Foxx wasn't some throwback to an earlier age. She shivered within the circle of his arms, stricken with fear.

"You know," Hugo was saying in a tender, whispering voice, almost seductive in tone, "I can probably repeat what you're thinking about me... but I'm not cruel or sadistic... and I'm certainly not some kind of monster. I'm just a man who likes to fuck beautiful women - and I fuck them good! You'll be screaming for more - believe me!"

"B-but you're forcing me..."

"Maybe... but it's one way I have of getting women into my bed!" he explained patiently. "But they always come back later of their own free will!"

He's insane! she thought. And what bragging! "I-I doubt it!" Virginia told him.

His hands had been running over her exploringly. They were not cruel hands, after all, she decided, feeling that same undeniable tingle of beginning arousal she had felt when he had put his hand on her knee a little while before. She couldn't define what it was about him. He wasn't a "sexy" man, but he exuded sex, a kind of overpowering, confident maleness that dominated a female. Somehow, in the back of her mind, she already knew that her vow of not becoming aroused, of refusing to enjoy what was going to happen to her, would be in vain. His sex would dominate her whether she wanted it to or not.

Hartman lay down on her other side. She felt the warmth of his naked body pressing against her. Below, the hot, hard length of his pulsating penis prodded her other thigh.

Now, for the first time, Hugo kissed her, his large, sensuous lips coming gently down over hers while one of his outsize hands almost fully encompassed the soft globe of one of her ripely upthrust breasts. As he caressed the tingling mound, her fear began to flee in the face of her rising passion. Wholly against her determined will, she found that she was enjoying having this huge bear of a man run his gentle hands over her, and she mewled deep in her throat as delicious sensations of unwanted arousal crowded in on her.

On her other side, Arthur Hartman was using his mouth on her other softly throbbing breast. She could feel the warm sucking pressure of his lips on the sensitively hardened nipple; then she felt one of his hands move caressingly down across the flat, white plane of her belly. In a matter of moments, his warmly searching hand was there on her golden, hair covered vaginal mound up between her trembling young thighs.

Not wanting to do it, but helpless to control her wantonly aroused muscles, it seemed, Virginia involuntarily opened her tightly clenched thighs to his insistent hand. Almost instantly, she felt his outstretched middle finger delve into the fleshy slit of her wetly palpitating pussy to find the erect little shaft of her clitoris. She recoiled when his finger touched her there, her hips jerking back and down into the softness of the mattress as the electric shock of his tantalizing fingertip brought a moan from deep in her chest; then as his finger followed determinedly, stroking the short, hard length of the miniature phallus, her nakedly grinding hips began to gyrate sensually up against it. God! It felt so good, and she couldn't resist it! The crazy thought began to circle in her mind that there must be something wrong with her, that she was becoming a depraved sexpot, a nymphomaniac perhaps. She'd had nothing to drink, and she was here on this bed with two strange, virile men, against her will, yet she was responding to them, even wanting them to do these things to her, wanting them to play on her body as though it were a finely tuned violin. Forgotten for the time being was her sacred vow of fidelity to her husband, for now, there below, she felt Hartman's body slithering downward, his mouth leaving her heatedly tingling breast to trail moist kisses down along the path already blazed by his caressing hand.

Oh, God! She felt a flooding shame in her lewd anticipation of what she knew was coming next. But I can't help it! It had been so good that other time when Arthur had kissed and licked her shamelessly aroused vagina. She shivered in anticipation as she waited for that exquisite moment of electric contact.

Now, Hartman's mouth was just above the soft, golden curls of her pubic mound, and his hands were reaching down to spread her legs with gentle firmness. Involuntarily, she moaned up into Hugo's mouth, who just at that moment raised his head, breaking the passionate kiss, and dropped his lips to her breast. She felt him take the nipple, erectly hard and throbbing, as well as the aureole into his mouth. She winced as he nibbled at it lightly with his teeth, causing at the same time tiny little pains and a sensual joy.

Below, Hartman had hauled her legs apart, and now he pulled her knees up, his hands sliding down along the warm softness of her quivering, smoothly tapered thighs until they arrived at either side of her sparsely hair-ringed cuntal slit. Then he was using his thumbs with deliberate slowness to pull apart the dewy petals of her visibly pulsating vaginal opening. Virginia found herself lying there holding her breath in expectant anticipation, while at the same time the most wonderful sensations surged through her sensually tingling breasts.

Hugo, sucking on one of her nipples, was maintaining a constant drawing pressure while making the elongated pap itself slide in and out between his lips rapidly. It was a breathtaking sensation. Without thinking about it, she reached up to her ripely staining breast, cupping it and offering it to his tantalizing oral caresses, and also with no further thought, her other hand reached up to fondly trace the craggy features of his face. Perhaps Hugo Foxx was an aging satyr, but he was still sexually attractive, in spite of his physical impact, his image of unattractiveness.