Part 17 (1/2)

”Who's there,” he said, trying to keep a desperate quaver from his voice.

”Shhssssssssssssssssss,” something answered. It could have been a rattlesnake or a cat as easily as a human.

Something touched him, grabbed him at the waist. Tony froze, not knowing whether compliance was safest or if he should strike-and possibly risk getting stabbed or shot by his unseen a.s.sailant. Actually, he supposed the hands on his body couldn't be accused of a.s.sault. He was the intruder here, after all.

The pressure on his left side abated and he felt a tickle at his crotch. His zipper protested in the dark, and then his belt loosened. Still he couldn't move. He was so scared he wanted to scream, to run, but he could do neither, only stand flat against the wall in the groping night as his underwear dropped to his feet and something cold and smooth brushed against his c.o.c.k-which completely ignored the paralyzed fear of the rest of him and responded with an instant erection.

Which was first gripped and tugged by a cold hardness, like the surgical probing of a doctor wearing rubber gloves for a prostate exam, he thought. And then there was a wetness, an engulfing, and the two gripping appendages began working the rest of him, pinching his b.u.t.tocks, sliding down his thighs, moving with icy grace across the hair of his chest. They were warming now, as was Tony, who had surrendered the fear, surrendered his questions. He pressed his hands to the wall as the caressing hands worked their erotic way across his skin, the unseen mouth working with unbelievable expertise up and down his hardened member. Teeth trailed lazily across just the right nerves, fingers pinched his nipples at just the right moment. As the tingling in his groin grew to a waterfall of breath-stealing sensation, Tony realized that this was, indeed, the perfect b.l.o.w.j.o.b and closed his eyes as the moment exploded.

When he opened them again, the hands had receded. He was sitting on the room's short, sandpaper-rough carpet and could see now, sort of, in the darkness. There was no one else in the room.

”No names, no faces, no price,” the peep show graffiti had said. ”Unspeakable pleasure.”

It delivered what it advertised, he thought, just as something small and hairy darted across his leg. Tony jumped up, ending his reverie with a s.h.i.+ver. Pulling up his pants, he left the room still buckling his belt. Too weird, he thought, hurrying back to his car. He was weak as he slid in behind the wheel. The experience had been so intense, so draining ... It was incredible, he thought, but too weird for me.

”Tony? Tony?”

The vision of the blonde G.o.ddess from the peep show burying her head between his legs in a shadowy derelict hotel room vanished, replaced by the less welcome sight of his balding overweight boss, leaning over the desk and staring at him with a perplexed expression.

”Tony, you've been drooling into s.p.a.ce for the past 15 minutes. Are you alright?”

Tony shook his head to clear away the stubborn ache of his daydream.

”Yeah, Bob. Sorry. I just ... didn't get much sleep last night.”

”Why don't you go lay down in the lounge for a few minutes?” Bob Mackenzie smiled. ”I'd tell you to go on home, but I do need to have that Web report by the end of the week, you know.”

”I know. You'll have it. I'm just having a little trouble concentrating today is all.”

Bob chuckled, a dry, lifeless sound, and clapped Tony on the shoulder. ”Well, wake up, man.” He turned and lumbered back into his office. But Tony caught his watchful eye staring across the hall at him throughout the rest of the afternoon. And try as he might, the blonde kept nuzzling back into his consciousness. It was embarra.s.sing. He couldn't leave his desk without first taking several minutes to meditate on b.l.o.o.d.y images of mutilated animals and abandoned babies to deflate the tent in his pants. First the incredible movie with the G.o.ddess and then the bizarre b.l.o.w.j.o.b last night-the two were merging together in his thoughts, a union so powerful his s.e.x was reacting as if he were a male dog surrounded by females in heat. When five o'clock rolled around, he moved like a zombie towards the door, praying n.o.body was looking at the zipper of his pants. It was bulging, and as he fumbled in his pocket for car keys he suppressed the almost unstoppable urge to grab and go for it, right there in the middle of the office.

Bob watched his trancelike gait from his desk and called across the office just before Tony reached the door.

”Get some sleep tonight, Ton.”

”Uh-huh,” he mumbled in reply. He knew what he was going to get tonight.

He threw the Chinese in the microwave when he got home, and this time managed to fork the mess down, though with little enjoyment. Loni called while he was rinsing off his dishes. He let her do most of the talking-she missed him, hoped he was fine. Did he eat the Chinese she left? She got in OK, her sister Angie was waiting on the platform with her husband Dan. They were going to the zoo tomorrow. Tony answered automatically when necessary, while his attention focused on watching the blonde G.o.ddess who had somehow materialized in his kitchen. She spread her legs apart on the dinner table, her shockingly pink lips opening and closing with mesmeric rhythm while her mouth whispered: ”Come to me, Tony. c.u.m in me, Tony. Come to me, Tony. c.u.m in me, Tony.”

”Tony.”

”Huh?”

”Have you heard a word that I just said?”

”Yeah, hon, I just got, um, distracted. There's some kids running through the backyard.”

”Well, go s.h.a.g them out. I'll talk to ya tomorrow. I love you.”

”Love you too, hon. Bye.”

He cradled the phone in its receiver. The table was empty but for some delinquent grains of rice. But he could still hear her soft, crystalline voice-pleading like a ponytailed little girl, yet husky like a woman with a bad need for a man, any man.

Then it was nine o'clock and he was walking down the sidewalk towards room 112. He didn't really recall driving there, he realized, as he knocked on the door again. He didn't really remember what he'd done since hanging up the phone. But the door swung open with its raspy complaint and his c.o.c.k was so hard he felt he might burst with antic.i.p.ation.

The door closed behind him and this time there was no delay before the hands were taking down his pants. It was strange, this silent s.e.x, he thought. There was no sound but his breathing, the beat of his heart, both increasing in tempo and timbre until he cried out in pa.s.sion. ”Yes. Yes. Suck me dry, baby. Take every last drop.”

And with that command, somehow, she did. At the summit of o.r.g.a.s.m he suddenly drew a breath of pain as her demand increased. He could feel her pulling him inside her, sucking him out through his p.e.n.i.s. His head was spinning, a glittering fireworks display lit up before his eyes.

And then it was over, and he was collapsed on the floor, drained of the power to move. He had never experienced anything so powerful, so pleasurable.

”Who are you?” he whispered, as her hands pushed at his chest. He laid back on the floor as she directed and felt her hair trailing up his thighs to tease his belly. It was just like his daydream, he realized, and as he closed his eyes to imagine the glowing naked skin of the G.o.ddess, the woman between his legs began to work on him once more. This time when he reached his peak, he pa.s.sed out.

It was after 3 a.m. when he crawled into bed, a painfully erect pole between his legs.

At 4 a.m. he was staring at the L.E.D. light on his clock radio, sweat streaming from his forehead, his hands uncontrollably glued to his c.o.c.k.

This was insane. He'd seen a p.o.r.no with a hot babe, and then gotten sucked off a couple times by some nut who freaked about being seen. Why couldn't he let it go? He'd never been this h.o.r.n.y in his life. What would Loni think? She wouldn't care much about the movie or the little fantasies, and getting an anonymous bj wasn't exactly cheating-she ought to be happy someone took care of it for her, he thought. No, she wouldn't be too angry about that stuff. But if she saw him here sweating with l.u.s.t over another woman-actually two, one of which he'd never in the strictest sense seen-that, she wouldn't relish. In an attempt to snap himself sober, he fastened onto an image he'd seen in a doc.u.mentary. Soldiers dead on the battle field, arms and legs streaked with red, entrails leaking out from between clenched hands, heads lying 10 feet from the crater where the rest of the body was mangled ...

The erection in his hands didn't even flag. And then his conscious mind lost control and the soldier with his guts hanging out suddenly stood up and pushed the bleeding mess back inside with one hand while unb.u.t.toning his pants with his other. They fell to the ground and Tony saw the golden triangle of the blonde G.o.ddess below the ruptured belly. The soldier rubbed his face and her ice-blue eyes and pink lips were suddenly speaking to him.

”Come to me Tony, c.u.m in me.”

Tony rolled over and began to cry.

When 9 a.m. rolled around Tony was in his chair at the office, but Tony was not in. Black circles ringed his eyes and his right hand lay useless and twitching at his desk. His left hand was in his lap.

”Report coming along OK, Tony?” Bob asked from across the hall. He hadn't seen Tony move since he'd stumbled in a half hour before.

”Uh-huh,” came the answer. But the man still didn't budge.

When afternoon arrived and Tony didn't seem any more aware, Bob sent him downstairs to the corporate doctor. There was a wet spot on the man's pants which left Bob praying silently that his key employee was not sicker even than he looked.

”Well Tony, your blood pressure is low today,” Dr. Regsic chirped at him. ”Let's get up on the scale.” The meter flashed 156 lbs and she looked down at her chart.

”You've lost almost 20 pounds over the past couple months, Tony. Have you been on a diet?”

He shook his head no.

”Exercising?”

No.

She shook her head.