Chapter 8

During the following week there were two big parties-neither of which Midge or Stuart took pert in. They spent more and more time together, either in Stuart's room at night, or out in his car during the day.

Lucille was elated that Midge seemed to be accomplishing their plan, but she was dismayed that both of them were keeping it so private, if she weren't included in their fun and games now, she reasoned that she wouldn't be when Midge finally convinced Stuart to set them up in a house. Also, as much as she hated to admit it to herself, she was beginning to miss Midge's adulation of her, both mentally and physically.

Each night, upon returning from Stuart's room, Midge would go immediately to sleep, expressing no interest at all in any sex with Lucille.

One night, early in the second week, Midge didn't come back to her own room at all. It was almost dawn, and Lucille had been waiting up all night to question the girl about the night's progress. She decided to investigate herself.

They had made quiet, gentle love all night long. It seemed that he just couldn't get enough of her.

They were lying on their sides, his body pressed against hers. He again had a hard-on. He nudged it against the soft cushion of her asscheeks. She responded and moaned as she felt his cock slip between her legs.

He lifted her, upper leg, allowing his prick to settle against the lips of her cunt from behind. Thrusting forward, he buried it into her as far as his position would allow, then he lowered her leg. The angle of his prick in her cunt provided her with wild sensations that sent shivers throughout her body. He then guided her hand down between her legs and urged her to manipulate her own clitoris as he began a gentle fucking motion from behind.

She moaned and thrashed against him when she felt yet another orgasm flooding her body. The snowy globes of her tits were trembling in his hands, swinging to and fro as they slapped each other with flesh-on-flesh noises.

Slowly they rolled away from each other, smiling and sighing in satisfaction. For a long time they lay quiet, and then she spoke: "You've got everything it takes." "So have you, or you wouldn't be in here right now," he said.

"This kind of cock with that kind of fucking I could take tall the time," she gasped, putting her mouth to his cockhead and sucking the last drop of cum from the still half-hard staff.

Then, without warning, she jumped from the bed and walked to the window. She just stood there, looking out, silently shaking her head.

"What's the matter?" he said, rising and moving up behind her.

"Nothing." "Bullshit. What's the matter?" He slid his arms around her and cupped her tits.

She turned in his arms, looked up into his eyes, and poured it all out at once. She told him about she and Lucille, about how they had planned to make him want her so much that he would support them, set them up like Russell was set up so they could live an easy life full of nothing but sex and fun.

He didn't get mad. He laughed.

"What's the matter? Don't you believe me?" she said.

"Oh sure, I believe you. It's just that it's so full of irony. I'm broke." "You're what?" "I'm broke. My parents are going to cut me off without a dime. The only income I'll have is a trust from my grandmother amounting to about ten thou a year. That's hardly enough to set you or me up in anything near a setup like this." "Well," she said, surprising him with the disgust in her voice. "I guess the laugh's on all of us. Why did your parents cut you off." "Because of my parade of women, I guess, and the fact that I don't care enough about money, and my refusal to take responsibility." "Oh," she said, turning back to the window and bowing her head, deep in thought.

"Listen," he said, "what do we care? Let's just take off now, you and I." "I couldn't." "Why?" "Because of Lucille. She needs me. I don't know what she'd do without me... she's not getting any younger, you know. Why, the first night you were here, when I refused to go to your room because I didn't want to get you that way, she got down on her knees and pleaded with me to go. She said you would be able to give both of us everything we'd ever want. She said she only wanted the best for me. If I left her now, alone I mean, I don't know what she would do. And besides, I owe her something. I didn't have a damn thing when I first met her.

"I'll pay her." "No, that still wouldn't do any good. If she had nothing and I had you, she never would believe it was love. She'd come alter us and find some way to spoil it." "Well," he said, his mind going a mile a minute. "What if she had someone else... 1 mean, to take your place." "I don't know... yeah, that might work." "I'll be back," he said, and dressed.

When he was gone she walked to the mirror and studied her eyes, smiling until she was sure she had just the right look-Lucille's look.

The older woman found her like that. "Well," she said, when she saw that he wasn't there.

"Well what?" "Where is he?" Lucille said.

"Gone, but I think he'll be back. But even if he does it won't make much difference." "Why?" "Because school's out... he's broke, doesn't have a dime. His folks cut him off completely." "You're kidding." "Nope," Midge said, turning and staring directly into Lucille's face.

"Well shit," Lucille said, and started pacing, pausing only to light a cigarette. "Well, you hit a few and you miss a few. We'll just find another one." "Not me. I've had it." "What do you mean?" "I mean trying to find and catch a rich lover is too unsteady a job. I think I'll just start turnin' tricks. There's more future in it."

"Suit yourself," Lucille said, "but I think you're nuts-"

"Who is it?" Verna called sleepily from the other side of the door.

"Stu Jessup, I've got to talk to you." "Jesus Christ, it's five o'clock in the morning." "I know, but this is important. Open up!" She unlocked the door and stumbled into the kitchen. Stu was pacing when she returned drinking a glass of orange juice. "You know what I told you... got a hundred bucks?" "I want to hire you, honey," Stu said, "but I don't want to fuck you." "That's a new twist." "You said you wanted more, right?" "Yeah?" "Well, how would you like to get it on your back with one guy instead of a hundred?" "I'm interested," she said, sliding onto the sofa and tucking her legs under her.

"All right," he said, "do you think anyone up at Russell's would recognize you now?" "I doubt it," she replied, "and besides, I've lost a lot of weight. You know, some men like narrower hips and smaller boobs. I used to be a cow." "Good," he said, rubbing his hands together. "Hem's what I want you to do. You wanted me to find you wealthy customers? Well, I want you to find me one."

Russell was in his room when Stu returned.

"Ah, good morning, my boy. At... could we have a little talk?" "Sure," Stu said, stripping off his shirt and finding a clean one.

"I've made some rather discreet inquiries and I've found that-" "Don't bother. You've found out I'm not exactly a millionaire playboy anymore, and you'd like me to take my leave, right?" "Well, that's putting, it a little harsh and abrupt... but basically you know how it is. I hate to have it known around town that someone is sponging off me. Particularly someone who isn't giving me something in return. Now if you'd just start joining the parties downstairs again...

"And be a clown again? No chance, Russell." or perhaps move into my room?" "Less chance." "Well, good-bye then, and good luck, my boy," he said, and left.

Stu finished packing and wrote a quick note to Midge. On the stairs he met Lucille...

"So long, phony," she said.

"You're so sweet," he replied. "Would you give this to Midge?" "Sure," she said, taking the envelope from his hand. She watched him descend the stairs, and when the door closed behind him she ripped the envelope open and read:

Dear Midge, I'm sorry everything didn't work out. If you reconsider and decide you can live on my paltry income, you can reach me at this number.

There followed a telephone number, and what Lucille considered useless mush.

She went into Midge's room and dropped the letter on a dresser.

"It's from him. When are you leaving?" she asked.

"Tonight... before the party," Midge replied.

The party was in full swing by the time Lucille came downstairs. Some of the couples were already nude and writhing around together on the floor and on various pieces of furniture.

Lucille looked the crowd over-she estimated about ten couples, one or two of Russell's friends, and three or four other singles she hadn't seen before.

She wandered over to the bar and sat beside Russell. "Anything interesting?" "For you?" he said. "Perhaps. See that young stud over there? The one sticking it in Harvey's wife? Norman Roffler. Inherited a fortune about a year ago. Likes things real kicky. Leather and whips, you know what I mean? I think he likes to fancy himself some kind of a big movie producer or something. He'd probably really dig your little chunk." "My little chunk just flew," Lucille said.