Chapter 4

"Are you sure you'll be all right?" Judy asked, concerned.

"I'll be all right!" Mark snapped. "Go on, get the hell out of here."

"But..."

"If you don't go, you'll lose the sale for sure," Mark argued. "And if you do, what will happen to me then will make today look like a tea party. Right?"

"Yes," she agreed softly. "But still..."

"Go," he snorted. "Go. There's nothing you can do for me here anyway. Now go, already, before you're late."

Judy opened her mouth, then closed it. There was nothing to say. Her feet dragging, she turned, picked up her purse and left the house. Once behind the wheel of the car, she sobbed once. Furious with herself, she coaxed the car to life, blinking back her tears.

Mark was being consumed by a terrible agony. They were stretching the time between treatments much too far, and they both knew it. They were buying desperately needed time, but at a dreadful cost to Mark.

Judy had wanted to get an emergency appointment and take Mark to the hospital today. This time, though, he was the strong one, and refused. He insisted that the situation with McCarter and Shein was too delicate to risk any postponements or cancellations of appointments. Judy knew he was right, which made what she had to do harder.

She fogged the streets with pollution as she headed for her rendezvous with McCarter. He was waiting in front of his office when she pulled up and double-parked.

"Here I am, Mr. McCarter," she called out cheerily, leaning across the seat.

The well-dressed man eyed her car dubiously. "Would it be better if we took my car?" he asked.

Judy studied him. His wavy red hair was meticulously arranged. He was a big, strapping Irishman, or at least Irish- looking, with fair skin and freckles and blue eyes. His lightweight suit was beautifully and expensively tailored, the shirt and tie color coordinated. Definitely an impressive man.

"Okay," he agreed, opening the door. It let out a groan of protest.

"Just look out for that broken spring," she warned, motioning toward the sharp wire sticking up from the center of the seat.

Andrew McCarter leaned tentatively against the door, then checked that it was closed tightly before putting his full weight against it. As she pulled out into the traffic, Judy was conscious of the man's careful appraisal of her.

"Must inhibit snuggling at the drive-in," McCarter commented.

"What?" Judy asked, puzzled.

"The broken spring," McCarter explained. "Must get in the way when you're with your husband."

"Oh, we use the back seat," Judy said absently. Then she realized what she had said and blushed furiously.

"Ah ha," the red-haired man responded with a grin.

Judy changed the subject. "I'm sure you'll be pleased with the house," she said. "It is a bit more modern than you indicated, I admit. But it has all the features you asked for, including a swimming pool."

"The cost is a little high," he noted.

"I think it's worth it," Judy stated confidently, guiding the car around a corner. The engine labored as they headed up into the hills. "I'm certain you'll find it worth the extra money."

"Mmmmm," McCarter replied noncommittally, watching the scenery.

When his eyes shifted back to Judy, she felt it and fought the urge to squirm. Fearful of babbling unnecessarily, she held her tongue. Her small size made it necessary for her to sit up very straight to see out of the car. She knew he was studying her trim torso and the way her blouse molded to her breasts. As usual, she wore no bra. She felt a hot flush burn her cheeks.

It was a relief when they reached the Shein house. She located the key where Mr. Shein had left it and managed to unlock the big door. Pushing it open, she stepped aside to let McCarter go first.

He held back. "It's very modern," he noted.

"But very comfortable," Judy countered quickly. "There's none of the coldness or sterility you find in most contemporary houses."

"We'll see," McCarter replied. He stepped through the big doorway.

She escorted him through the house, saying no more than she had to. Her brief experience at selling houses had convinced her it was better to let the house itself do the talking. She tried to gauge the big man's mood, but wasn't successful. She found herself wondering just how he would look without any clothes on, and blushed again. Andrew McCarter was impressive - over six feet tall and very well built. He appeared very trim, he must work to keep himself in shape. His shoulders were broad, his belly firm, with no hint of a paunch.

Finally they wandered out along the length of the deck surrounding the pool. McCarter leaned his big hands on the railing and looked out over the valley. There was a thirty foot drop to the hillside below.

"Very impressive," he acknowledged.

Judy had her back on the scenery. She was more interested in what was going on in Andrew McCarter's head. She leaned back against the railing, her hands gripping the redwood behind her. She had her graceful legs crossed. The breeze from the valley stirred her short skirt and teased the hair at the back of her neck gently.

"I think the view alone is worth a million dollars," she commented.

McCarter looked sideways at her. His eyes swept down the graceful line of her body. "Which view?" he asked.

Judy resisted the urge to fold her arms defensively across her breasts, and held her pose. "That one," she replied with a toss of her head.

"What about this one," he countered, nodding in her direction.

Judy felt herself flushing slightly. "I'm hardly the judge of that," she answered carefully.

"Well spoken," he told her with a smile. "What's in this deal for you?"

"Huh? My usual commission. That's all," Judy answered, her fingers gripping the rail tightly.

"What if I told you I'd give you the same commission, even if you could get the price lower?" the red-haired man asked carefully.

Judy took a deep breath, and felt her nipples rub the inside of her blouse. Her tits stiffened sharply. She didn't glance down, but saw McCarter's eyes slide to her breasts and knew it showed.

"That would be unethical - illegal, in fact," she replied.

"Hmm," the man acknowledged wordlessly. His eyes were still on her breasts.

Judy took a deep breath, and straightened her back a fraction. Inside, she was shaking. "Besides, it's impossible," she explained. "The seller will not go below a million and a half."

"And you think it's worth it," he observed, shifting his gaze to her face.

Judy was wrestling with herself. McCarter was poised on a knife edge, ready to tumble either way. She knew what she was going to have to do in order to get the sale. Inside she was a mixture of shame, disgust, and, undeniably, excitement.

"Why don't we go inside and look at the house again," she suggested softly.

"Including the master bedroom?" the man asked.

"We might even start there," Judy answered. She led the way across the deck to the sliding glass doors that opened out onto the deck from the master bedroom. It was on the outer end of one leg of the horseshoe. It had windows on three sides, and was suspended out over the valley. In the center of the room was a king-sized bed.

In the air-conditioned coolness, Judy turned to face Andrew McCarter. Kicking off her sandals, she went up very close to him and unbuttoned his suit jacket. Spreading it open, she brushed his firm, strong torso with gentle fingers. It was, she reflected, much easier the second time.

"What do you think?" she asked softly. "Is it worth it?" She tipped her head back and looked into his frank blue eyes.

"It's still just a little soon to say for sure," he countered.

"True," Judy agreed. She carefully eased his jacket back off his shoulders and down his arms. She hung it carefully over the back of a nearby chair. "But, I'm confident you'll agree with me in the end," she told him.

She released his sapphire tie clasp, then attacked the neat knot at his throat. As she did, his strong hands gripped her shoulders, then slid down to her ribs. His fingers squeezed her, as if he was testing the durability of her diminutive body.

"I am not a china doll," she informed him with a calmness that belied her inner turmoil. She stripped off his tie and hung it with the jacket.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she unbuttoned his shirt, and exposed his chest, freckled and bearing a sparse growth of curly auburn hair.

He stroked his thumbs up over the gentle mounds of her breasts, pressing them through the smooth, cool fabric of her blouse. Her nipples were palpable hard lumps under the cloth. As he tormented those delicate buds, he marveled at the slight woman that was undressing him. She had interested him from the first time he had met her. When he had begun the banter out on the deck, he had had little hope that it would actually get him this far. Now that it had, he wondered about the house, and the woman he was fondling. She was right, the house was worth it. Now, he was about to find out if she was. Her petite, fine-boned form in his strong hands excited him immensely.

Judy spread his shirt open, running her fingers through the almost kinky hair, brushing them over his nipples. Then she leaned forward and nibbled at his chest, her working lips finding and nuzzling one of his nipples. She ran her tongue around it, tasting his sweat. Suddenly she became conscious of his masculine cologne. A chill struck through her as the pleasant smell reminded her of the sour scent of Mark's decaying body.

Pulling away, Judy pushed the shirt back off Andrew McCarter's broad shoulders. As she did, he began unbuttoning her blouse. He paused a moment while she carefully hung his shirt up. Somehow, Judy knew she had to be meticulously careful with his clothes.

She found herself thinking about Mark. She was worried about him. He had been in a terrible state when she had left.

"Beautiful," Andrew McCarter commented, stripping Judy's blouse off her. As he dropped it, his eyes swept over Judy's graceful, slender torso, pausing on the tips of her breasts, the line of her collarbone, the flatness of her stomach.

Judy couldn't meet his eyes. She hung her head slightly as he studied her. She wasn't ashamed of her body, but she was ashamed of what she was doing with it. She suppressed a shiver.

She tried to ignore her regrets and reached for his belt. The silver buckle clinked musically when she unfastened it. She unzipped his slacks and the fly spread open. The thrust of his cock pushed his underpants out. His hands were on her again, stroking and petting her silken skin, making her whole body burn with lust.

She wondered if whores felt like this with their customers. She had heard that to them, a fuck was nothing more than just business. Didn't they get hot, burn with passion? Why should she be any better than a common prostitute, any different from a call girl? Because she was enjoying what she was doing!!!

She knelt and eased off Mr. McCarter's Gucci loafers, then tugged his pants down. After he had stepped out of them, she carefully shook them out as she stood up, then turned to drape them over the chair.

He took the opportunity to unfasten her skirt. It fell around her ankles and she was left in just her filmy panties.

By unspoken agreement, they faced each other as they reached for each other's last garment. Hands slipped inside underpants and panties, and they were pushed lower and lower and lower. Judy's dark pubic bush eased into view, as did McCarter's dark red one. His cock leaped free of his underpants, stabbing straight at Judy's flat, pulsing belly.

Then they were both nude, standing there inches apart. McCarter swept Judy up against him, feeling the soft, yielding warmth of her small body against his, feeling his cock slide upward along her belly. He lowered his mouth to hers for a demanding kiss.

Judy spread her graceful, slender thighs and clasped one of McCarter's big ones between them. She scrubbed her wiry bush along his leg, grinding her crotch against him. Her tongue met and dueled with his. Then she was off her feet, being carried while the embrace and the kiss went on, their legs tangling at every step. They sank down together on the cool covers of the huge bed. Judy had a fleeting worry. What if they stained the covers? Shein would discover what they had done. He would be furious!

Then big hands were fondling and probing and touching her as she sprawled on her back on the bed, and lust made her forget everything else. There was no pretending to her lust. McCarter was quickly discovering all the erogenous zones on her passionate, responsive body - her breasts and belly, the insides of her thighs. And he wasn't gentle. He bruised her with his strength and size. He played with her the way a cat might play with a mouse, tumbling and punishing her on the big bed. And she loved it.

She was being driven mad by his attentions. He twisted her nipples one after the other and her breasts burst into flame. A hand pressed into her tender belly hard, and her body writhed in desperate, eager response, her fingers clawing blindly at the bed.

Suddenly, he stopped touching her. Judy's eyes snapped open with surprise and she rolled her head to look at him. He was lying languidly on his side, peacefully studying her with steady blue eyes. His hair wasn't even mussed. The only sign of his interest in her was his monstrous erection. His cock looked larger in diameter than Shein's stocky one, and longer than Mark's. The pale skin of the huge tower gleamed like ivory against the lush red of his pubic bush.

"Wh-what's the matter?" Judy croaked out. She was screaming with passion, and frightened at the sudden inactivity.

"I'm curious," the man answered. "I'm wondering what makes you tick."

"Huh?"

"Why are you doing this?" he asked, a sweep of his arm encompassing her gracefully nude body. "I know you get a commission on the sale, but so what? What would make Mrs. Penncroft go to such great lengths for that commission?"

Judy was shaken by the man's total control. Why wasn't he pounding that big cock into her? Was she going to lose him now? "I don't see why that should concern you," she answered softly. Her chest was still heaving with excitement.

"No reason," he admitted. "I just wondered."

Something made Judy decide to keep her secret from him. "Well, I don't intend to answer your question," she informed him. "Assuming, that is, that there is an answer to it." Then she posed, arching and stretching her lithe body like a healthy animal, to let him see how excited she was. "So come here and take me," she said softly.

McCarter shook his head. "No. Not until you tell me the reason. I'm certain that there is a reason for it, a very good reason. You're not the type for a casual lay, Mrs. Penncroft."

"You can't make me say anything I don't want to," Judy whispered, frightened.

"Ah, but I can, and I will," the red-haired man replied confidently.

Judy stared at him, wide-eyed. This wasn't the way things were supposed to go at all.

McCarter's hand gripped her wrist, tightly but not painfully, and pinned her arm to the bed.

"What are you going to do?" Judy asked fearfully, suddenly realizing how completely at the man's mercy she was. She crossed her other arm across her breasts, bent her leg and used it to shield her sex as best she could.

McCarter brushed aside her shielding arm with insolent ease, and his big hand closed on one tender breast. His hand was so large it completely covered the diminutive pink and white mound.

Judy froze, stopped breathing, terrified he was planning to hurt her.

Andrew McCarter squeezed and massaged her breast gently. The softness and tenderness were delectable. He could see her taut nipple poking between two of his fingers, seeking escape. "I'm going to have you begging me to screw you," he informed her softly. "I'm going to have you so horny you'd sell your own mother out to get my cock in your pussy, And before I give you what you want, you'll have to tell me the truth."

Judy felt a perverse flash of sexual excitement at this announcement. The thought of being a sexual toy, totally at a man's mercy, was incredibly exciting.

"Never," she croaked in a hoarse whisper.

McCarter smiled confidently at her brave challenge. He knew she was daring him to try, that she was looking forward to it as much as he was. He closed his fingers on the peak of her tit and tugged, pulling her breast upward into a perfect cone. When the nipple slipped from between his fingers, her breast rebounded to its usual firm rounded shape. The nipple, however, was sharper and harder than it had been. Her flat stomach was sucked in with excitement, her chest was heaving with her erratic breathing. Still holding one of her wrists, still immobilizing that arm, he repeated the torture on her other breast.

Judy's eyes closed. She suddenly realized just how exquisite this torment was going to be. Because, the more she tried to fight down her sexual need, to control it, the more she was aroused by his stimulation. It was like trying not to think of food when you're hungry, every attempt only reminding you of what you're trying not to think of. Judy was aware of the scratchy feel of the bed covers under her naked body, the feel of the machine-cooled air on her bare skin.

Her nipples were pulsing from the tugging McCarter had given them. Both breasts felt swollen and full, were aching with a wild need. Judy clenched her hands on the bedspread. She licked suddenly dry lips.