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Blackmail Boss

By John Farwell



London was windy and cold as Gillian Blake walked onto Graysend Road in
the direction-indicated to her by an impatient Londoner of the women's
residence where she was to live until she could find another place of
her own.

Stone, smoke and rain help give the city as it is called by the people
from the country it's special character, and on this winter day, it was
quite gloomy, the young woman thought as she looked up at the gray
limestone building which must have been white originally but had
acquired Its 'antique' finish through the layers of soot deposited on
its facade year after year by the numerous factory chimneys that envelop
London in its 'pea soup,' ghost-like atmosphere.

Anyway, the residence club, as it was called, would have been pleasant
enough in the spring, but in February, it just looked cold and austere,
unfriendly and forbidding. Gillian began wondering if she had done the
right thing in coming to the capital, but where else could she go? She
had to find work, time to settle down and forget the painful experience
that her marriage and subsequent divorce had been, and London had seemed
just the place.

Gillian brushed away her gloomy thoughts with a loose strand of hair and
determinedly grabbed her small suitcase and entered the lobby of the
building.

She was assigned a room with another woman, a girl about her own age who
was also divorced. When she knocked at the door of her new room, her
heart pounding with apprehension at the idea of living with somebody
else, a cheery and rather loud voice told her to come in.

"I'm Gillian Blake," she said meekly, "I guess I'm your new roommate.
How d'you do?"

"Hello, I'm Jessica Evers," the other girl said. "Welcome to the home!"

She laughed and her whole face seemed to light up. Her make-up was too
heavy, Gillian noticed, yet she had a kind of earthy, jovial quality
that she couldn't quite pinpoint.

"I know it's not much," Jessica continued, "but with a little luck,
you'll be out of here in a week or two, no one ever stays very long in
this place!"

"Why are you still here if that's the case?" Gillian couldn't help
asking her.

"Oh, I move in here between boyfriends," Jessica said nonchalantly,
"which happens to be the case at the time, but just give me a few days
and I'll be on the move again!"

"I see," Gillian added, not knowing what else to say.

"Where are you going to work?" Jessica enquired, "Do you have a job
already?"

"No... no, but I've written to several places and I'm to have interviews
tomorrow."

"Well, they need a new girl in my office. Do you type?"

"Yes.. at least I learned it in secretarial school," she answered.

"Oh ... an educated girl, they'll like that!"

"Where do you work?" Gillian asked, not sure she would like the same
type of office, but she did need a job and right away.

"It's nothing glamorous, but it's quite close to here and there are
several swinging single men there, so that's a start!"

She laughed again and moved to the other bed so that Gillian could put
some of her things away.

"Listen," Jessica told her as she began filling her drawers, "I know
what you've been through and divorce is never a nice thing, but give
yourself some time and you may learn to like your freedom again."

"How did you know that I was divorced?" Gillian asked, surprise showing
in her expression.

"Oh, they always match roommates up like that and I've been divorced, so
I assumed that you were too."

"Just a few weeks ago," she told her, "It was awful, and I'd rather not
talk about it right now.',

"Alright with me," Jessica said, "but when you're unpacked, I'll take
you to the dining room and introduce you to a few of the other girls if
you don't mind."

Gillian put as many of her things away as she could and stored the rest
under her bed, then followed Jessica to the dining room.

Jessica introduced her to several of the other girls and they all ate
together. She was beginning to feel more at home, but the thought of
looking for work the next day was scary and she confided her feelings
once again to Jessica.

"I told you not to worry about it, dear. I know that I can arrange it
all. Try it, and if you don't like it, at least you're working while,
you look for something else!"

"I guess you're right. What time do you go to work?"

"We'll go in early so that I can introduce You to Mr. Wiles, the
manager, and get you to fill out an application, so be ready to leave at
about eight' o'clock, fine with you?"

"Fine, I hope it works out!". . .

The next day, Gillian was up at six-thirty and getting ready for her day
of job hunting. She hoped that Jessica's firm would hire her so that she
wouldn't have to look any further.

"Up already?" Jessica called to her. "You're nervous, I bet! It always
happens!"

"I just want to find a job, anything, and I guess I am nervous. It's the
first time I've ever had to find a job and I'm not sure what to do!"

"Darling," Jessica winked at her, "With your figure and face, I doubt
that anyone will even care if you type or not, so relax!"

She had to laugh, Jessica seemed so sure of her-self and she secretly
wished that she could be more like that, more open and natural, more
self-confident.

There were women and girls of all ages, some looked as though they were
very poor and others looked as though they were show girls, heavily made
up and gaudy, and some looked very much like herself, scared and
confused.

They ate breakfast which consisted of a terrible porridge and scrambled
eggs, then walked across the street to take the 'tube' that would leave
them very near the office.

The tube was not very crowded that early and Gillian was glad, because
she had heard so much about the pushing and shoving in London that she
wasn't sure that she would be able to handle it the very first day.

They arrived at the office shortly after eight and Jessica took her
directly to a small office in the back of a very large room that was
filled with desks, typewriters and other office machinery.

"This is it," Jessica told her, "It's not much but the people are nice
and they aren't too strict about lunch hours and things like that... you
know it means a lot!"

Gillian didn't care what the rules were or how strict they were, all she
cared about was getting a job that would keep her busy so she wouldn't
have time to think about Peter with that other girl, and his handsome
face mocking: "You are frigid... frigid.. frigid...!"

Jessica knocked lightly on the door and a strong male voice told them to
come in.

"Mr. Wiles, this is Gillian Blake. She's just moved into the hotel, this
is her first day in London, and she needs a job. She can type and I
thought that maybe ,she could take Alice's place."

"Well, maybe she can. Have a seat, Miss Blake, and thanks Jessica..."

Jessica turned and walked out of the office, leaving her there with Mr.
Wiles.

He smiled at her, watching her wiggle nervously in the chair, her skirt
creeping just above her

"Ever work before?" he asked.

"No sir, I was married, so this would be my first job." Gillian answered
nervously.

"Oh, you're divorced?" he asked.

"Well, yes, I am, does it matter?"

"Not at all. In fact, I prefer it because then you may stay with us
longer. The single girls get married and the married ones have babies,
but the divorced ones usually need their jobs and therefore we can count
on them."

"It never though of it that way," she muttered.

"How's your typing?" he asked, but he didn't really seem too interested
in her answer, he was more intrigued with how she moved, how she held
her hands and his eyes lingered on the large, full curve of her
upthrusting breasts.

"About sixty words a minute," she lied because she had no idea how fast
she could type.

"That'll do," he told her. "The job isn't very challenging, but maybe in
time we could move you to something else. Well, Miss Blake, are you
interested?"

"I'll take it," she said, not bothering to ask the salary.

"Good, fill out these forms and you can begin today."

Her hands were shaking as she filled in the blanks on the application
and handed the papers back to him. His hand brushed against hers when he
took the application and he grinned at her.

Gillian had never met a man like this Mr. Wiles, so sure of himself, and
so obvious in his admiration for her figure. It made her feel
uncomfortable but at least it assured her that she was still attractive
and this felt good.

He showed her to her desk and introduced her to the other girls in the
office.

"Watch out for him," one of them warned. "He's a big flirt and a
pincher!"

She laughed and told them that she would be careful and thanked them for
the warning.

"I see you're all set." Jessica said, "welcome to the ranks of the
working people!"

"Thank you so much, Jessica," Gillian said, a real emotion in her voice.
"This really helps finding a job right away."

"Don't mention it, besides, I'm glad to have some one to travel back and
forth and to work with."

Gillian spent most of her first day just getting to know the routine in
the office, but when it was about time to leave, Jessica told her that
several of the men were going out for a drink and would like her to join
them.

"I don't know," she hesitated, "Should I?"

"Come on, they're harmless and besides, it saves us some money. We won't
be out too long."

The girls put on their coats and followed the rest of the people to the
'lift'.

"We're meeting them across the street at this little pub. It's nothing
fancy. but it's a nice place."

The men were already there when they arrived and stood up to let them
slide in the large booth. Jessica introduced her to everyone, and one
young man said:

"I saw you in the office this morning, and I must say you're the
prettiest addition we've had in some time."

"Thank you," she stammered. "I know I'll like it there."

One of the older men ordered a round of drinks and she began to relax
for the first time in weeks. It was a strangely exhilarating feeling not
to have to worry about cooking dinner, or clean B house. She was in
London, working on her first job and she could do whatever she wanted
to, she didn't have to wait for anyone or on anyone.,

They drank and talked, mostly about the office, the men all looking for
her attention.

"Does your family live in London," one of the men asked her, "or are you
here all alone?"

"Alone, I'm afraid, my family lives quite far from here."

"I doubt that you'll be alone long," another man laughed. "Not with your
appearance!"

She had never run into men like these in her life. They were so blunt,
so open and obvious, yet she didn't find it offensive, in fact, it made
her feel good. She couldn't remember the last time Peter had told her
that she was beautiful, or even noticed that she was anything other than
just there.

She was finishing her third drink when two of the men announced that
they had to leave. but Jessica and two other were going to stay a while
longer. Gillian's head felt light because she hadn't eaten anything
since lunch and it was now close to seven o'clock.

"Stay with us," one of the men told her. "We can all get something to
eat and then have some more drinks. After all, we have to celebrate your
first night in London properly."

She looked over at Jessica to see if she was going to come with them and
she nodded and said: "Sounds great, I'm for it."

Jessica was sitting very close to the other man who appeared to be about
forty. He was attractive in a rugged sort of way and Gillian could tell
that his hand was resting on Jessica's knee.

"Don't mind the lovebirds," the other man told her. "They're the talk of
the office, but it's nice to see two people so happy together!"

She wasn't sure what he meant, but she was certain that the other man
was married, she had seen his ring, and she wondered if this was
Jessica's ticket out of the hotel.

They ordered another round of drinks and she knew that she would have to
get something to eat or she would be sick.

"I'm starved," she admitted shyly, "and I'm afraid that the drinks are
making me dizzy. Will we be going soon?"

"Anytime you say," her companion told her. "In fact, we can leave right
now and meet them love-birds at the restaurant, how's that?"

Jessica looked over at them and said that it was fine with her and that
they'd be along shortly, so she let her date help her out of the booth
and guide her to the door. His hand was strong on her arm, holding her
firmly so that she wouldn't stumble and she was grateful, because her
legs felt like rubber and her head was swimming, but once she was
outside, the cold night air helped clear her head.

"It's just about theatre time now, we'll never get a taxi. The
restaurant is just a few blocks away. Do you think you can make it if we
walk?" he laughed, taking her hand.

"I think I'll be all right now," she answered.

She looked up at her escort, studying his face. He had strong features,
a firmly set chin and kind brown eyes with long lashes that any girl
would love to have. His nose looked as though it had been broken, and
his skin had a certain reddish tint as though he were blushing, but
perhaps it was simply due to the cold.

"Has Jessica been with that other man long?" she finally asked him.

"I don't know for sure," he replied. "He's one of the salesmen in the
office and away from home base most of the time. so I couldn't tell you
how long it's been going on. Why?"

"I just wondered. I met her last evening and we haven't had much time to
talk. I was wondering if he were someone special. She seems to be quite
fond of him."

"Jessica's quite a swinger. Gillian," he said, searching her face. "She
gets around with a few of the men in the office, but don't let this
worry you. She'll make sure you're not lonely... and so will I."

She smiled up at him, he seemed so kind and warm and his voice was
sincere.

"That would be very nice," she said, "London is a little overwhelming
I'm afraid and I could use a friend."

Ordinarily, she wouldn't have had the nerve to say something like that,
she knew that it sounded forward or over-anxious, but the drinks had
loosened her tongue and she felt very safe with this man, comfortable
even, and she was determined that she was going to forget all about
Peter and her past heartbreaks no matter what she had to do.

Finally they reached the restaurant, a small Hungarian place that looked
quiet and nice. She could hear the violins playing delightful Hungarian
folk music as they walked through the door.

"How charming," she said, "I've never been to a Hungarian restaurant
before."

"Wish I could have afforded something more luxurious, but on my salary,
this is the best I can do," he laughed and helped her with her coat.

"Good evening Mr. Jones," a moustachioed Maitre D greeted him.

Gillian was glad that he had called him by name, because she had
forgotten it, she had met so many new people that day.

"Greetings, Joseph," her companion said "The best table for us, we are
welcoming a newcomer to this fair city."

The Maitre d' smiled at her and said:

"Well, it didn't take you long to find excellent company. This way,
please."

"This is very kind of you," she continued, "You don't even know me, yet
you bring me to such a beautiful place. I was beginning to feel
uncomfortable back at the pub, as though we were intruding. Thanks for
coming to my rescue."

He laughed and said, "You're so refreshing, a London girl would never
think to say anything like that. Besides, the pleasure is all mine. I
watched you in the office and I was hoping' that you would go out with
me."

She could feel the color rise in her cheeks as she knew that she was
blushing. It was like learning how to date all over again. She had known
Peter almost all her life and she hoped that she wouldn't forget what
she was supposed to do and say with a date. She never known many men,
but it looked as though she would have to learn if she were going to get
along in London.

"Think you can stand one more drink before we order? I'll get you
something to nibble on in the meantime, but I think we should wait for
Jessica and Andrew before we, order the main course. All right with
you?" He smiled gently.

"That's fine," she replied. "I feel so much better now, I guess I was
just nervous back there."

He motioned for the waiter and ordered two more drinks and when they
arrived, he bowed slightly and said, "Thank you, Duncan."

Duncan Jones, so that was his name! She was glad that she wouldn't have
to ask him or call him Mr. Jones, it would have seemed so rude. They
nursed their drinks and waited for the other two; but in half an hour,
they still were not there.

"Looks like we have been stood up," Duncan joked. "Want to go ahead and
order?"

"I guess we'd better. I'd hate to go into work the second day with a
terrible hangover and I'm sure that I'll have a gigantic one if we don't
eat soon.."'

She wondered why Jessica hadn't joined them, but Duncan didn't seem to
mind and she was sure that she could trust him and she would see Jessica
later at the hotel.

They ate a long, leisurely dinner and talked, mostly about him and the
office, what his hopes were and why he was in London and with this
particular firm.

'Hope I haven't bored you, you've just about had my whole life story and
I know so little about you."

"There's not much to tell really," she told him, hoping that he wouldn't
pry.

She did tell him that she had been married and had moved to the city for
a fresh start and let it go at that. If they were going to see each
other again, here would be plenty of time for more extensive
confidences.

"There's a quiet lounge with a piano, perfect an after-dinner drink if
you're up to it. I know this has been a hectic first day and I don't
want to tire you out in the first few hours."

She laughed, he was being so thoughtful that she nodded and told him
that she would stop for just one drink, then she really did have to get
back to the hotel.

"Why a women's residence?" he asked. "Afraid of the London wolves?" His
eyes were sparkling, teasing her as he spoke.

"Not exactly," she retorted. "I don't know my way around the city, and I
wasn't sure where I would he working, so I decided it would be smart to
wait"

"Ah, a sensible as well as beautiful girl, you're a rare breed, my dear
Gillian."

They said goodnight to Joseph and the waiter and began to walk up the
large now not so crowded, tree-lined avenue. It seemed as though they
had walked a mile before they reached a small club and Duncan said,
"We're here!"

"Guess I'll have to get used to walking, the taxi situation doesn't look
too promising in London," she remarked.

"I'm sorry, I forgot you're not used to this yet. Sometimes it's much
easier and faster to walk, but you'll learn."

He didn't let go of her hand when they sat down, but held it tightly.
Her thumb unconsciously rubbed her fourth finger as though she were
trying to adjust her ring that was no longer there.

"Your divorce must have been recent," he remarked, noticing her gesture.

She took her, hand from his and laughed.

"It is, I'm sorry, I do that from habit, my hand feels naked without the
ring."

He leaned over and kissed her cheek and she could feel his warm breath
on her neck.

"I doubt that it will be long before there's another one there," he said
earnestly. "You'd make some man lucky."

She shivered when he kissed her and he took her again.

"I do intend to see a lot of you"' he murmured, "every minute I can grab
hold of you."

She squeezed his hand but said nothing, she didn't know what to say.
They sipped their cognacs and listened to the soft piano music. It
certainly was a romantic place, dark and intimate and she could hear
several couples sitting in the booths as they kissed and talked.

"1 have to go out of town a few days on business," Duncan told her, "but
I'll be back by the weekend, may I see you then, we could go to a show
or whatever you want to do."

"I'd like that very much," she said, looking directly into his deep
brown eyes. She was glad that she would have the next few days to get
oriented, and by the weekend, she would look forward to some
entertainment.

"Well, I'd better get you home," he conceded, "I hate to, but tomorrow
is another working day."

They took a taxi to the residence hotel where she lived and he kissed
her softly, but firmly when they reached the door. His kiss was so
tender that it reminded her of the days when she and Peter were dating.
He had once been gentle with her, but she knew that she couldn't think
like that if she were to forget and start a new life.

She went to her room and opened the door. Jessica wasn't in yet, but it
wasn't that late either. She wished that she had been there so that she
would have someone to talk to, someone to answer the questions that were
racing through her mind. but she lay down on the bed and soon fell
asleep

She didn't hear Jessica come in, but first thing in the morning she
heard her say,

"Rise and shine... off to the mill to earn our keep."

Gillian laughed and hopped out of bed, feeling full of vitality and
energy.

"Where did you two disappear to last night, we waited for you and you
certainly missed a good dinner."

Jessica didn't reply. She looked at her pleadingly and said after a
moment's thought, "Gil, don't say anything in the office, please, dear,
about him and me, I mean. He is in a very important position but he's
married and it wouldn't help our situation."

"I understand," she told her. "Are you in love with him?" she asked
then.

"Well, darling, I've known Andrew for a long time, between my single
lovers, but I keep coming back. He can never divorce his wife, so we
have to take our moments when they arise. Hope I didn't shock you."

"No," Gillian said, trying to laugh, "I'm a big girl," but she wondered
if Andrew's wife was the same as Peter had accused her of being, and
whether Jessica was anything like the girl Peter had married.

The other woman, she thought bitterly. They were ugly and painful words!

Gillian Blake's second day at the office was less confusing as she got
to know more and more what she was supposed to do and the people she was
working with.

Jessica seemed to be in the clouds all day and told her that she would
be seeing Andrew that night so she wouldn't be going home right after
work. Gillian didn't like the idea of going right home so she decided
that she would stop just for one drink at the same place she and Jessica
had been to the night before.

She had never done anything like this in her life, but Jessica reassured
her, telling her that a lot of secretaries went there for cocktails and
it was all right if a single girl did stop by.

Her legs were shaking as she walked through the door and she found a
table for two in a corner and ordered her drink.

She had never done this before and she hoped that she wouldn't look like
a tramp, but she saw other girls at the tables without escorts, so she
gulped down her first drink in hopes that it would relax her. She had
not been there long when she heard a voice call, "Miss Blake!"

She looked up and was staring directly at Mr. Wiles!

"Why, hello," she said, taking another large sip of her drink.

"You with anybody?" he said, but not really waiting for an answer before
pulling up a chair.

"No, I was supposed to meet a girlfriend," she lied, "but I guess she
couldn't make it."

"It's still early," he commented, "and the six o'clock traffic in London
can be rough. Maybe she'll get here late. Mind if I join you?" And he
had already joined her!

She couldn't think of any reasonable excuse, so she just nodded and let
him call the waiter.

"Two more." he ordered, "Hope you don't mind?"

"No, not at all, thank you," she stammered.

"How do you like your new job?" he asked, his face frozen in an obvious
appraising grin as he openly admired her.

"It's very nice," she said in the same unsteady voice, "It's new, but
I'm sure I'll like it very much."

She knew that her answer didn't hold much enthusiasm, but she didn't
know what to tell him after only two days. She wished that Jessica would
come in, because when her fictitious friend didn't show up, she wasn't
sure what she could do.

"I spoke to Jessica yesterday afternoon after you started and she spoke
very highly of you."

She knew that this could be a lie, but then again, Jessica would be the
type of person to go to bat for someone she barely knew.

"She's a good friend," she answered, mainly because Jessica was the only
friend she had in London.

"You seem upset," he continued, "is something the matter?"

"No... nothing," she barely whispered, knowing that her nervousness was
showing through.

"Well, relax, you'll do just fine and a drink will cure any jitters you
may have."

She finished her drink and started on the second, the alcohol warming
her considerably. She wasn't quite sure what it was about the office
manager that made her nervous and ill-at-ease, but his eyes seemed to
look right through her, undressing her and baring her very soul.

"We're one big happy family over there," he said, gesturing to the gray
limestone building across the street. "Anything that I can do to help,
just let me know."

She had been warned about him and perhaps that was why she was on her
guard, but more than anything, she didn't want him to think that she had
come over to the pub to be picked up. He might get the idea of a
frustrated divorcee that most people believed. She almost laughed at
herself... frustrated... her husband had called her frigid!

"You're a very beautiful girl," Mr. Wiles said, staring at her
voluptuous rounded figure. She wished that she had worn something a
little less snug, but she had never worked in an office before and she
couldn't afford a new wardrobe right now.

"Thank you," she muttered. "You're very kind." She couldn't understand
the men in London, she had never come across anything like it in her
life.

She was finishing her second drink and looked at the door nervously,
hoping that a friendly face, someone she knew from the office, would
come in and rescue her.

"Looks like your friend may not come," Mr. Wiles said. "Let me buy you
another drink."

"No..... no, really, that's all right," she stammered.

"Come on, I know the salary I'm paying you and you can't afford to buy
your own drinks."

He signalled the waiter to bring another round so she just sat there.
She did feel more relaxed, but she knew that it was just the liquor, and
she couldn't afford to offend the boss right now, she didn't have
another job lined up.

So, Gillian picked up a cigarette and put it to her slightly pouting
lips, when he reached across the table to steady her hand as she lit it
nervously.

"That's a man's job," he corrected her. "Never light your own cigarette
when there's a gentleman around."

She laughed, because she never would have lit her own cigarette at home,
but once again, Peter came back into her mind and she couldn't allow
that.

"This is all so new to me, and everyone has been so kind. I guess that
I'm just a country girl, so please excuse me."

"Don't worry about it, you have plenty of time to get informed, and I
must admit that you're most refreshingly naive!" Mr. Wiles grinned at
her.

She couldn't get over his rugged good looks, his savoir-faire as he
spoke as though no one would dare contradict him. She had thought that
Peter

was the most sophisticated man she had ever met, but really,
Loughborough wasn't much of a town and there wasn't much competition,
and Mr. Wiles was so much more polished than any man she had ever met,
so very expertly polished!

His very presence made her feel inadequate, but the drinks were making
this tete~a-tete more of a game than anything else. She almost laughed
aloud and asked him if he would like to go to bed with her. She knew his
reputation, but maybe he was all talk. She knew that she could never
follow through, and his reaction would probably be one of shock, but
then she may lose her job, so she decided against it.

He didn't say much, but just looked at her. She knew that he found her
attractive and this was a new, wonderful feeling. Peter had treated her
so crudely ever since he had started his affair and finally had to marry
his 'other woman', so that it was almost a challenge to her ego to prove
to herself that she was still an attractive and desirable woman.

She no longer was looking at the door, but told him that she was afraid
she would have to go now, for she couldn't wait any longer for her
'friend'.

"That's great," he said cheerfully, "Now you can drink and have dinner
with me!"

"I'm afraid not," she replied. "You're my employer and a married man,
I'm sure, so it wouldn't be right."

"Say - you're a real country girl, aren't you?" he laughed. "All right,
no strings attached, even though you are the loveliest thing I've seen.
I promise that I'll be good,, but please join me for dinner!"

The way he said it. it sounded almost like a plea, his eyes were
downcast, and for the first time... shy. In spite of his ruggedness, he
had a boyish quality about him that she did find attractive and where
else did she have to go except back to the hotel?

"All right," she laughed. "I'll have dinner with you, as you say, I
can't afford to buy my own, but no more, then I really do have to go. I
must wake up early, you know!"

"It's a deal!"

He reached across the table and took her hand and squeezed it, more like
a father than a lover, and she felt that perhaps in some way she really
was doing him a favor.

They had several more drinks before they left for dinner, and Gillian
felt all dizzy by the time they got out of the pub.

"I've made reservations at a Chinese restaurant I know, hope you'll like
it"

"I like Chinese food," she told him as he helped her with her coat -
actually, she had never tasted it before.

He hailed a taxi and gave the driver the address. At least I won't have
to walk tonight, she thought.

The restaurant was in a small hotel in Picadilly and completely
decorated in exquisite Chinese style and everything typical of how she
had pictured an Oriental place.

"I live here when I spend my nights in town," Mr. Wiles volunteered, "
and before you get nervous, they do happen to have the best Chinese food
in town!"

She was in a part of London she knew nothing about, and his comment had
indeed made her feel apprehensive, but his manner was so cool that she
decided that she could always take a taxi back to the residence hotel or
ask someone where she could get a bus when dinner was over.

"If you don't mind, let me order for yon," he told her, snapping his
fingers for the waiter.

"Not at all," she said, and he ordered their meal and two bottles of a
special Chinese liquor - very light, he assured her.

She had never drunk so much as she had in the past two days, at least
not in a row, and her head was light again, but. didn't seem to bother
her tonight the way it had the night before.

The impeccably dressed and starched little waiter gravely poured the
colorless liquid and Mr. Wiles toasted her then sipped his own drink.

"Many happy days," he said, as she took her first taste of the stranger
liquorice-flavored beverage. It didn't taste like it had any alcohol in
it at all, but she had never drunk much except on special occasions.

They finished the bottle before the dinner arrived, and by now, Gillian
wasn't sure that she could eat very much, she felt so gay, so carefree
that food didn't matter.

"I feel marvellous, Mr. Wiles," she told him.

"Call me Tony," he corrected, "It's after hours!"

"Alright, Tony, I feel marvellous!"

She barely picked at her food, her appetite had completely disappeared
with the drinks and she felt ever well-disposed. Tony was studying her,
following her every movement as he had when he interviewed her, watching
her hands, her mouth, her eyes, then letting his eyes drop to her fully
rounded bosom. He was clenching his wine glass as though he were afraid
that someone would take it away from him and she could see the whiteness
of his knuckles.

"You know," he told her, "I've never had more enjoyable company before."

There was an urgency in his voice that she had not detected before and
suddenly she felt as though perhaps he wanted to talk to her about
something that she really shouldn't know.

"Oh, I'm sure you've known many women," she laughed. "Besides, you don't
even know me."

"But I do know you," he interrupted, "I know everything I have you know
just by looking at you."

"How's that?" she asked, a bit more brazen now from the numerous drinks
she had consumed.

"You are a very warm person, your voice, your body, your carriage belies
what you say."

"I don't understand," she said sincerely, "What do you mean, Tony?"

"You've told me that you were divorced and you try to be very cold, but
I can tell that basically you've been hurt, badly hurt and that you're
trying to cover it up. You've got more heart than many women walking
around these cold, dismal streets."

She smiled at him, knowing that perhaps it was just a line to him, but
deep inside it was the truth... she was a warm person, she wasn't... she
couldn't be frigid!

"You're very erudite," she answered, "I think I'm a warm person, I like
people."

"Oh no, it goes much deeper than that," he smirked, knowing that he had
broken the ice to her real feelings.

She listened while he told her that he had not been happy with his wife
for several years, but she had been prepared for this she knew that
every married man used this old, worn-out cliché... and it always
worked!

Of course, as usual, what she was not prepared for was that he sounded
so sincere, so honest, so lost. He told her that his wife had denied him
his husbandly privileges, and that he was sure she would understand
because she had been married.

Her heart went out on to him and she symphathized with herself, feeling
sure that this was that her own husband told his girlfriend. Oh, how the
mere thought of it hurt!

"Women don't have the same needs as men,"  she quoted, convinced that
she was right, because this cliché was what she had been instilled since
her earliest childhood, and therefore believed, "so don't be too hard on
her, Tony."

"You don't really believe that, do you, Gillian?" he queried. "I wasn't
making unnatural demands on her, I just wanted her. I've given her
everything she could want financially, and all I asked was some love and
affection."

His voice was becoming slurred from the drinks, but everything that he
told her was touching her most sensitive spots.

"I do understand," she lied, not knowing what else to say for fear she
would sound like an idiot.

The waiter cleared the table and poured the remaining second bottle of
the strange delicious liquor into their glasses, when Tony excused him-
self for a moment. She saw him speaking to the head waiter who nodded
then walked to the bar. When he returned, he sat down next to her rather
than in his own chair, cornering her into the booth.

"I've ordered you something special for after dinner because you've been
so patient and listened to me and just because you've been you, my dear
Gillian.''

"I really should go now," she interjected, looking at her watch and
trying to exit gracefully.

"Just a few more minutes and I'll take you home, but you must try this
drink first... boss' orders!"

He laughed slightly and grasped her hand where it lay in her lap. His
hand was warm and strong on hers and she could feel an urgency permeate
through his body to hers, yet she didn't take her hand away. He leaned
over and kissed her cheek, then her neck and she could feel a chill of
excitement shiver her whole being.

She shouldn't let him kiss her, but she felt so relaxed and he seemed so
unhappy that she was powerless to help herself. His affection made her
feel like a woman again, a woman desired and wanted, but when his
fingers stroked the smooth silk of her stocking just above her knee, she
tried to pull away.

"You're so lovely," he murmured in her ear, "so very lovely."

She picked up her glass with her free hand and sipped the drink that he
had ordered for her. It had a strangely pungent taste, but not like
alcohol at all, yet she could feel it warm her as she swallowed the
amber colored liquor.

"I really must go home now," she told him firmly, her eyes fastened on
the tablecloth because she was too embarrassed to look him in the eyes.
"Please take me home, Tony."

"You win," he whispered, sighing heavily, then added, "but I have to
pick something up first, it's in my room, it will only take a minute."

She gulped the rest of her drink as he finished his and he escorted her
into the lobby of the hotel. His hand was firmly on her arm as he
directed her to the lift with him. She didn't want to go to his room,
yet she knew that she would appear ridiculous and childish if she pulled
away now and insisted that she wait downstairs, so she followed him
reluctantly.

His room was not very big and she listened while he turned on the water
in the bathroom and she wondered why he had to come upstairs, what was
so important that it couldn't wait until after he had taken her home. A
few minutes later, he reappeared, but he had taken off his suit and was
dressed in a silk robe, and it was obvious that he had nothing on
underneath it

Gillian gasped and jumped to her feet, but he pushed her back onto the
bed.

"I-I-I'll take a taxi," she stammered, as she tried to stay out of his
lustful reach, but he was blocking her way to the door, so she couldn't
get out without going around him.

His robe parted slightly and she stared horrified at his gigantic, erect
penis as it jerked between the robe and in front of her.

"It's all yours, doll," he panted, throwing himself on the bed and
whipping her dress up to her thighs.

She tried to throw him off, but he was sitting over her, pinning her to
the mattress, his stiff rod of throbbing flesh bobbing up down in
readiness.

"God, no... no," she screamed, but her throat was dry and it sounded
like no more than a whisper.

"You're going to like it," he breathed, "you're so much of a woman!"

Her hands beat on his chest, but he just laughed and grabbed her wrists,
holding them with one hand as he struggled to pull her tight skirt up
over her soft, fleshy hips. Underneath she wore thin, black bikini
panties that hugged her firm buttocks, accentuating the slight bulge of
her soft hair-covered mound and his hand closed over it hotly,
lustfully.

She wiggled and bucked in an attempt to throw him away from her, but he
was too heavy and that last drink was beginning to cloud her head and
she felt dizzy, almost faint.

Tears of dear and anxiety streamed down her cheeks when she realized
that she was at the mercy of this stranger in his hotel room and there
was nothing she could do about it! She wanted to claw out at him, tear
the flesh from his face, kill him, but she was really too weak. She
thought back to her wedding night and choked her sobs as she realized
that she would have to relieve that terrible nightmare again, to suffer
the rape of her tender genitals by another brutal lustful male.

'Take it easy, doll," he soothed, his fingers working slowly, sensuously
at the juncture of her loins, searching for the small bud of her
clitoris through the silken material of her panties. He rubbed it
steadily with a practised stroke until her clitoris was suddenly
involuntarily erect and sensitive between her tightly clenched thighs.

"Nooooo," she groaned; "Stop! Please stop!"

Her voice was barely audible, her tongue was thick and she could feel a
hot flush electrifying her body as she tried feverishly to wiggle out
from underneath him. She could feel the heat from his hard prick as it
jerked into her leg and his face was contorted in a lustful grin and his
breathing was fast and irregular. His body was grinding up and down on
hers as he fingered the vee between her legs, stroking her vaginal lips
and manipulating them through the silk of her panties. She rolled
slightly as he raised his hip in order to adjust his position and he
began to fall off of her, but he was too quick and swiftly pinioned her
shoulders and regained his position, quickly ripping her dress straight
up from the waist so that it swathed her struggling arms and her muffled
cries.

She struggled to free her arms so that she could push at his body, but
while she struggled he reached around and pulled her flimsy brassiere
away from her body.

Her large, bulbous breasts sprung free and she could hear him suck in
his breath as he stared at the firm luscious mounds. She tried to cover
her nakedness with her arms, but before she could muster enough
strength, his mouth crushed down on her large pink nipples, sucking
noisily and biting at the soft mound of flesh.

"Aaaaggghhh," she groaned as he nibbled greedily on her soft white orbs,
but he did not stop.

His other hand once again began to massage her stockinged thighs,
running his fingers up to the vee of her loins and pinching her clitoris
between his thumb and forefinger.

"God... god," he murmured against her supple, porcelain like skin,
taking his mouth away just long enough to catch his breath, then
devouring her breasts once more.

His hands and mouth were instruments of torture to her, biting pinching,
insistent and she twisted her body in a futile effort to free herself
from this sex-starved maniac. She tried to think, but her mind would not
function, the alcohol had taken care of that and she couldn't co-
ordinate any of her muscles, so she floundered beneath him helplessly.

She was able to free one hand long enough to run her nails cruelly,
harshly down the small of his back, and he let out a grunt, then slapped
her face in his fury. Her cheeks stung from his blow and he forced her
arms behind her back, pinioning them beneath her and his weight. She
felt as though her arms would come out of their sockets; he had grabbed
her so roughly and she screamed with spasms of pain and kicked her legs
up at him as he snatched the elastic top of her brief bikini panties.

She wiggled her hips, trying to get away from the warm pressure of his
hand, but as he tried to take her panties off, they ripped. He threw the
torn silk on the floor and laughed cruelly as his hand closed hungrily
over her pubic mound, his fingers tangling her soft pubic hair until it
pulled.

"Uuuuuggghhh," she gasped as his fingers worked anxiously with the soft,
tender lips of her vagina pulling them apart and running his finger over
her tight vaginal slit.

Her buttocks twitched and tensed, then relaxed with each manipulation of
his finger. His long rod of stiff flesh ached with a lustful craving and
he wanted to bury himself harshly into her, shoving as deep as he could
go with the first thrust, but he didn't want her that way, he wanted her
to give in to him, ask him to take her so he steeled himself against the
aching throb of his monstrous organ and continued to relentlessly
tantalize her with his lips and fingers.

She was screaming now, begging him to stop as she squirmed, her naked
flesh writhing, completely at his mercy. Her face was wet with tears and
her whole body trembled, yet she could not deny that a strange, warm
sensation was beginning to stir in the juncture of her loins, a warmth
that was completely foreign to her.

She fought him with her mind, but her body had a will of its own and no
matter how she tried to deny it, he was beginning to stimulate her. Her
chest ached from the struggles and her huge, firm breasts jiggled as her
lungs filled with air and she gasped for breath. Her arms were throbbing
from heir awkward position and it was difficult for her to breathe with
his weight so heavily resting upon her.

His mouth closed down on her breasts again and nibbled a bit more
violently this time, pulling at her nipples until she thought that they
would disconnect from the rest of her body. He sucked harder and harder,
stretching her full, round orbs out, holding them with his teeth and
lips, then letting them slowly back again as he got ready to start again
this delightfully exciting action.

His thumb rubbed over the nub of her clitoris, forcing it into stiff
erection again, pushing and pulling it back and forth, teasing it, until
she moaned as the fire between her legs grew hotter and hotter. Her head
was so dizzy that the only thing she could think about was the gnawing
hunger that was avalanching through her loins, in her belly, her
breasts.

"Oooohhhh," she whimpered, "Ohhh!"

"That's my baby," he chuckled, his voice thick with passion. "Let it
go!"

His finger tickled her vaginal passage until he could feel the first of
her juices begin to flow, moistening her passage for his entry. Slowly,
carefully, he inched his middle finger into her smooth damp channel,
wiggling it sensuously, letting the warm throbbing walls close fleshily
around the thickness.

She squirmed violently, feeling the thick cotton pile of the bedspread
rub against her soft, white buttocks, but she writhed more to ease the
tension in her loins rather than in an effort to get away from the man!

He could feel a drop of his seminal juice seep from his long, thick rod,
and his pulsing organ jerked against the soft flesh of her thighs and
she knew that it wouldn't be long before he took her, raped her that is!

Rape... rape... her mind screamed, but her body denied it because she
knew deep down that if he didn't stop this horrible tantalizing and
teasing of her erogenous zones, soon she would be demanding
satisfaction, begging for it, pleading for it, if necessary!

Her breasts jutted out proudly, like two huge white pyramids and he
buried his head between them, sucking one first, then the other. She
didn't seem to mind the pain in her arms any longer, in fact she wished
that he would free her hands. His robe was completely open and she
stared at the huge length and thickness of his cock, his hairy chest and
belly and found his body exciting and sensual.

The muscles in his chest rippled as he teased her in every vulnerable,
sensitive spot and she wanted him... WANTED him... yet he was bigger
than she had ever imagined a man could be. She knew that he would hurt
her, but her belly and thighs were quivering, trembling in anticipation,
excited by the nude, sexual fight and she didn't care if he tore her
apart. .. she wanted him!

"Oohhhhhh," she gasped, as he slipped another finger into her wet cunt,
feeling her vaginal lips stretch and part from the pressure.

Her mouth was opening and closing in a fish-like movement and her eyes
actually contained fear as he pushed her shoulders further into the
mattress and worked his hips down between her thighs.

She bucked his hips upward, trying to unseat him, but he slumped heavily
upon her until her legs were nearly spread-eagled, her ankles hanging on
either side of the bed. She had never felt so open, so vulnerable and it
was degrading, embarrassing, and she tried again to block her physical
need from her mind.

"You want it .. you want it. ." he gasped, letting the tip of his
throbbing prick touch the lips of her vagina, twitching between them,
then pulling away.

"Oooohhh... I can't... don't make me!" she pleaded.

"You can't what," he barked harshly, "Can't say it? Can't say that you
want me to fuck you!"

"MMMmmmmm..." she groaned, her eyes clenched tightly closed, not able to
look at the man who was doing this to her, humiliating her, degrading
her, using that obscene word that way!.

"I know you want it... your body wants... SAY IT!" he commanded harshly.

"I-I can't. . ." she whimpered again, clenching her eyes tightly closed
again.

"Say it, or I'll leave you... NOW!" he teased her cruelly. "Say it! Say
'fuck me!'

"Noooooo!" she whimpered, and he began to pull his hips and his thick
throbbing cock away from between her legs. His hands still held her
shoulders firmly, but his loins were no longer touching hers.

She opened her eyes slightly to see what he was doing and he could tell
that she was tortured almost beyond all caring now.

"Look at what you're missing," he commanded. "Look at it!"

Her eyes stared at his gigantic, jerking prick and she licked her lips
and took a deep breath. Her body ached with need and she tried to raise
her hips up so that they touched his once again, but he only moved
further and further away from her.

Her mind spiralled out of control. Her brain was screaming, "Please. ..
do it to me. .. fuck me!"... but the words stuck in her throat. She
couldn't believe that he could be so cruel, after all hadn't he plied
her with liquor and brought her to his room to make love to her? Why
wouldn't he do it, he had beaten her, why must he torture her so?

"Beg me. doll," he grinned, his lips curling back over hips teeth, "I
know you want it!"

"Please... please..." she gushed. "Don't make me say it! Don't make me
say it!"

"Please what?" he teased through grinning lips. "I want to hear it loud
and clear!'

"Please. . . please. . . fuck,- me. . . FUCK ME!" she stammered, her
voice almost a shout as the final words came tumbling helplessly from
her throat.

"That's a good girl," he chuckled, lowering ,his hips back into
position, slowly, temptingly, cruelly, until she could feel his thick
bulbous head separate the pink hair lined lips of her vagina.

He felt the wet warmth of her opening which led to her vaginal channel,
and moving his knees a little nearer her open thighs, he jabbed thickly
into her.

She screamed, "OH... no... NO!"

He was filling her with his bludgeon, forcing it in her to the hilt
without mercy.

She was reacting like a young victim, as if the world would come to an
end if he penetrated her and this only excited him more, so that he
redoubled his furious drubbing, thrusting longer and deeper into her at
the thought.

Her passage was tight and the walls of her vagina clung to his thick
cock as though they would never release it. He knew that he had to be
hurting her, but he had never expected anything like this, and it was
that she had never had much experience in love-making.

She whimpered and groaned softly, trying to ease the pressure of his
cruel, painful thrusts.

"You're killing me!" she gasped... "Don't do it to me so hard! It
hurts!"

But... her pleas were useless, echoing in his temples along with the
pulsing of his aching penis. He drove in and in with slow, brutal
strokes, powerful and grinding her passage was stretched wider and
wider. Her mouth opened in horror and she drew painful, deep breaths
until his mouth closed over hers, sucking her lips and forcing his
tongue deep into the back of her throat. She was lost, helpless, as he
battered into her, coupling them with savage, animalistic thrusts.

His hands dug into her shoulders and she tried to scream, but he crushed
his mouth over hers once again, stifling her groan. He felt his great,
thick, conquering staff expanding, inflaming all his pent up emotions
swirling in his loins. She struggled against him, feeling his huge prick
grow even thicker, filling every inch of her, penetrating her very soul.

She gasped and choked as she felt the first hot spurt of his sperm shoot
into her passage. She lifted her hips and her legs flailed wildly on
either side of him as she, too, began her own convulsions.

"OOOOHHHH," she screamed, "NOW... NOW... I'M CUMMING! OH GOD, I'm
cummmming!"

The walls of her vagina were contracting and relaxing as he held his
jerking prick. deep inside her and filled the deep secret depths of her
belly with every drop of his hot scalding sperm.

He pushed and pushed, dragging the last ounce of his great flood from
his body before he fell, totally exhausted on top of her. He could feel
her legs trembling with the relief of her satisfaction, and her breasts
were still heaving heavily up and down as she gasped for breath
contentedly.

She groaned as he pulled away from her, letting his limp penis slide out
of her. She lay with her legs spread wide apart, too weak and tired to
even close them. He sat on the bed beside her sprawled figure and ran
his hands over her voluptuous curves, tracing every crevice and inch of
flesh like a blind man.

"Oooohhhh," she moaned softly, "mmmmm..."

He had raped her, but she had cum! Her body was completely satisfied,
sated in a way that she didn't think was possible and she opened her
eyes for a moment and looked at Tony Wiles caressing her aching body.

"You're quite a woman, Gillian," he said, grinning down at her.

She tried to convince herself that she was angry and she snarled,
"Animal!" but she knew that it wasn't strong enough.

"You loved it, so don't play games with me, or I'll do it again until
you admit you liked it!" he growled sadistically.

"Oh no," she groaned, "I can't... I feel like I'm going to die."

She closed her eyes and half dozed for a moment, then fell into a deep,
satisfied sleep.

Gillian woke up early the next morning and looked around the strange
room, then at the man in bed next to her.

"Oh, no," she groaned when she realized that she had spent the entire
night there with him. Her head throbbed from all the liquor she had
imbibed, but everything seemed so much worse, actually more realistic in
the cold morning light and she felt sick to her stomach.

She eased herself out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom and tried to
straighten her hair, wash her face and leave the hotel before he heard
her. She wasn't even sure where she was, except it was somewhere in
Piccadilly.

She couldn't imagine what she would tell Jessica. or even whether she
could face going into the office again. She needed the job so
desperately that she hated to give it up after just a few days.

She tried to remember exactly what had happened the night before and she
blushed as though everyone could read her thoughts. He had made her feel
so complete, feel as her husband had never made her feel, yet the whole
thing was so sordid, so useless.

Tony Wiles was a married man and her boss, so even if she had any
desires to continue seeing him, all it could be was a secret,
clandestine type of affair like Jessica and Andrew, the mere idea of
which she loathed.

She shouldn't even think about seeing him again, but he had awakened
something in her that she hadn't thought possible and she was convinced
that she wasn't frigid!

Her whole body tingled as she remembered what he had done to her and she
shivered half with anticipation of making love again and half from
embarrassment of how she had let herself go so completely.

As she slowly and quietly walked toward the door, Tony Wiles opened his
eyes and said, "Where're you going?"

She had hoped that he wouldn't catch her, but it was too late now. She
really didn't know what to answer.

"I'm going back to my hotel to change, then go to work, it isn't
Saturday, you know."

"Oh," he said sarcastically, "I wouldn't have known," then he laughed.
"I guess I'll have to replace that dress for you sorry I ripped it, but
you weren't exactly co-operative at first."

She just looked at him, studying his rugged face - not quite sure what
she should say, then turned and closed the door behind her. She asked
the leering doorman to get her a taxi and in a few minutes she was on
her way on her hotel.

Jessica was getting dressed when she walked in, blushing and terribly
embarrassed.

"Well, little innocent girl go bad last night?" Jessica laughed. "Who
was the lucky man?"

"It's not funny, Sara," Gillian told her. "I got drunk!"

"Hey, I was just kidding. You're not hurt, are you?"

"No, not hurt, but it was just terrible," she told her.

"Want to tell me about it?"

"I guess I should tell you because you'll probably find out anyway, but
please, no lectures. I need advice."

"Sure," Jessica answered and sat down on the bed and listened patiently
as Gillian poured out the whole story, every sordid detail of it.

"Well," she commented wryly, "I always knew that he fooled around, but I
didn't think that he'd pick on you so soon. Don't worry about it. he
won't go around bragging about it, I know."

"How?" she asked.

"Let you in on a little secret. I had a go around with him at one time
myself, but then I met Andrew."

"I really don't feel like going into the office," Gillian said
lamentably, looking dejected and ashamed of herself, "I don't know how I
can look at him."

"That's ridiculous, you're grown up, so don't let it blow your job, I
know that you have every reason to be upset, but if you feel that
strongly about it' just don't let it happen again. You can say no can't
you?" she joked.

"Of course, but I'm afraid that he'll ask me out again and if I say no,
I'll lose my job anyway."

"No, I don't think that he plays that way, but at any rate, you're all
right for the time being, so get dressed and come to work with me. I'll
be your moral support."

"Thanks, I do need some. It was the strangest thing, I never thought
something like that could happen to me so quickly without my even
knowing the man!"

"It happens to all of us at one time or another, but you just have to
roll with the punches, besides, he's not a bad guy and he'd take you to
nice restaurants. In fact, you may even get to like him."

"Oh, it isn't that I don't like him, well. . . I can't explain it,
really."

"Alright, but hurry up or we'll be late."

Gillian took a quick shower dressed as fast as she could, then she went
to the tube station with Jessica.

Tony Wiles didn't arrive at the office until almost noon and he walked
quickly through the rows of desks, not pausing to say hello to anyone,
not even Gillian. She was about to go to lunch when he called her into
his office, however, and her legs felt as though they were made of
rubber when she opened the door.

"You wanted to see me," she stammered, trying to act as if nothing had
never happened between them.

"Yes, I wanted to tell you what a lovely time I had last night, and
here's some money for your dress that I tore, I'd like to make it up to
you tonight, if you'll have dinner with me again.

"I don't think that I can," she told him, hoping that he wouldn't press
his invitation. "I'm awfully tired and I'd like to get some sleep."

He laughed and said, "Come here," and he got up from behind his desk and
walked towards her, taking her arm and pulling her close. His hands
fondled the soft, large swell of her breasts and she tried to pull away.

"Don't... please..." she whispered, knowing that the walls were not very
thick.

"You don't know how much I want you again... right now," he said, his
voice thick and low.

"I don't want to see you ever again and if you persist in bothering me,
I will have to quit my job" Gillian said, surprised at her being able to
master a rather firm voice.

He laughed maliciously and held her even tighter.

"What makes you think that I would let you alone if you left the firm. I
could find you, believe me."

"Don't threaten me," she told him, "I don't like it."

"You will," he chuckled sadistically. "That's what all you women need,
to be threatened."

His hands roamed over her body, squeezing the ripe mounds of her
buttocks, then massaging the hillocks of her firm, full breasts. His
hands sent tiny electric shocks through her body and she could feel
herself grow weak as he held her. She didn't understand what kind of
animal magnetism this brute of a man emanated, but it attracted her, it
appealed to her inflamed senses. He had been such a brute, yet she had
responded to him like never before.

"We're gong to have a little party at my hotel tomorrow night, I want
you to be there. I'll let you off tonight so that you can rest, but
tomorrow I insist."

"I won't come," she hissed. "I won't"

"You will, and bring Jessica, I know all about her little affair with
Andrew and I have a surprise for everyone."

His voice was cold and cruel and his lips were firmly set so that he
nearly hissed his commanding words.

"I don't understand," Gillian cried miserably, "I can't make Jessica
come!"

"Tell her that if she isn't there too, that Andrew's happy home life
will be ruined, as well as his career with the company. There's a
director's meeting soon and I have to submit reports on all my
employees, so I want to make sure that they all know where they stand.
I'm extending the invitation to Andrew myself, and by the way, your
friend Duncan Jones will be there too." He chuckled viciously and gave
her breasts a hard squeeze. "You'll see, it will be lots of fun."

"Oh no," she murmured and looked at him horror struck. "You're insane!"

"You may go now," he told her, biting her neck and rubbing his hand over
the juncture between her legs before releasing her.

She went directly to Jessica's desk and told her that she had to talk to
her at lunch, it was important

"But I've got a date with Andrew," she protested.

"Break it, this is more important, believe me. It concerns Andrew too."

Jessica looked at her puzzled and nodded, then dialled Andrew's
extension and told him that she couldn't see him until tonight and then
she would explain everything.

Gillian and Jessica chose a small table in the corner of a restaurant
not too far from the office and Gillian told her roommate what Mr. Wiles
had said.

"That bloody bastard," Jessica choked out, her cheeks coloring furiously
with indignation. "He is crazy, what are we going to do, Gillian? I
really can't suggest anything!"

"I guess we'd better go, Jessica. Think of it, not much can happen if
we're both there, can it?"

"I hope not, but if he's crazy enough to plan something like this, who
can tell! Poor Andrew, he'll be so upset, it will ruin him!"

"Maybe it will work out all right, but I don't like the sound of it, I
don't like it at all," Gillian said firmly. "We're all in a bind, so
let's make the best of it."

The girls agreed that they would have a few drinks after work the
following day and go to the party together. They didn't know what kind
of blackmail Wiles had in mind, but they had no choice, they had to go.
If Gillian didn't go, Jessica would suffer and if Jessica didn't go,
Andrew would, and Jessica was the only friend Gillian had in the city,
she couldn't lose her now.

The next day they were jittery and nervous, not able to concentrate on
their work.

"Looking forward to this evening?" Wiles whispered to Gillian as he
passed her desk. "Hope you got lots of rest last night, it will be a
long evening."

The two girls gulped down several martinis when the office closed,
hoping that the liquor would steel them for whatever lay in store for
them that night, but it really didn't help much. They grabbed a taxi and
told the driver to take them to Mr. Wiles' hotel.

"Let's not go," Gillian said at the last minute, "What can he do to us?"

"It's too late now," Jessica moaned, "Besides, what about my poor
Andrew?"

They pushed the button for his floor and stood shaking in the corridor
before pushing the buzzer.

"Come in, ladies," Tony Wiles told them and offered them a seat "The
rest of the party should arrive in a little while, but I wanted you two
here first."

He poured them both a drink from a decanter that was on the bar and
handed it to them.

"Here, this will relax you girls. what's the matter, you look upset?" he
laughed cruelly, knowing that he was in complete control of the
situation.

He was dressed in a smoking jacket and a pair of loose fitting trousers
that looked more like pyjama bottoms, and his jacket was open at the
neck so that they could see the mat of hair on his chest.

They sipped their drinks, and Jessica asked chokingly, "What is this?"

"A special potion of mine, believe me, it will prepare you for the party
in no time at all, so just drink it down. There's plenty more when
you've finished the first one."

"Why did you bring us here?" Jessica demanded. "I demand to know or I'm
leaving this instant."

Gillian couldn't help feeling a certain admiration for her friend's
daring question.

"Oh-oh, a temper, but be careful," he warned her.

He walked to a desk that was in one corner of the room and opened a
drawer from which he took out a small box. He opened the box with a key
and handed Jessica a small packet.

"What's this?" she asked, holding it in her hand, but not opening it.

"Open it, I'm sure you'll find the contents interesting."

Her hands shook as she opened the package, then her mouth fell open as
she gasped. They were pictures of her with several men, including
Andrew!

"Where did you get these?" she asked. "How?"

There was one of her and Andrew that had been taken in a hotel in
another city when she had gone to visit him on one of his business
trips. She had called in sick at the office and she couldn't imagine how
he could have found out.

The picture showed the two of them in a bedroom, and she was completely
nude while Andrew dressed only in his shorts. his erection obvious
through the cotton material. There was enough with this picture only to
make the case explosive and Jessica knew it.

"I like to see people having fun, so I collect pictures of them," Tony
Wiles mocked. "You were too engrossed in what was about to happen that
you didn't notice the man and camera at the transom of the door, my
dear!"

Jessica remembered that it had been a rather old hotel, and how else
could he have gotten these pictures. The others were not quite as bad.
but they could be damaging to the men in the pictures.

"You should really charge these men," he scolded her. "Giving away all
that lovely pussy of yours for nothing! It's a shame!"

Jessica started to tear up the pictures, but he just chuckled and told
her that he suspected she might, so he had them made in triplicate, one
for her. one for Andrew and one for himself.

"You're horrible!" she shouted and started to cry. "Andrew will kill
you!"

"I don't think so, he can't afford any kind of scandal right now and you
know that"

Jessica just sunk into the chair and sobbed and Gillian went over to her
and put her arm around her. She glared at Tony Wiles, hate sparking from
her eyes.

"What about me?" she said. "Do you have a surprise for me, too? Come on,
I would like to see it!"

"Yes. indeed my dear, I do have a surprise for you," he continued, "but
yours comes later."

"I'm calling the police,." she told him, there's a law against this sort
of thing, you know!"

"No... don't Gil," Jessica pleaded. "Wait until Andrew gets here, he'll
know what to do."

Gillian could feel her body getting warm and she asked Jessica if she
were uncomfortable too.

"Yes," the girl said, "It is really warm in here." Then, speaking to
Tony, "Can you open a window?"

"It must be you two, he laughed. 'I'm perfectly all right but you can
take off your clothes if you get too hot."

He poured them both another drink of the same strange beverage and
handed it to them. They drank this one more quickly, trying to quench
the fire that was burning inside them, but it didn't help, as a matter
of fact, it only made it worse.

Gillian went back and sat on the edge of the bed and just looked from
Jessica to him, then back again. She could feel a tension building in
her loins and she rubbed her stockinged thighs together lifting her legs
off the floor and holding them in the air.

"Feeling better," he rasped. "Just wait a few more minutes and you'll
see how warm you'll get... how very warm!"

"You've drugged us," Jessica shouted at him. "You filthy animal, you've
drugged us!"

"Not exactly, my dears," he said, sitting down next to Gillian on the
bed and grasping her knee firmly, possessively. "It's just a little
stimulant to put you in the mood for the night's activities... I assure
you that you'll need it!"

"Oh no," Gillian groaned, "I don't believe it," but the feel of his hand
on her leg, the warmth of his palm was making her feel even more
uncomfortable and her stockings began to itch her soft skin..

She soon jumped up and began to pace around the room and she noticed
that Jessica was clutching the arms of the chair until her knuckles were
almost white.

"I'm going out of my mind," she cried. "Where's Andrew?"

"The men will be here in a few more minutes. I've left the door unlocked
so that they could come right in."

"God," Gillian gasped, "My body is on fire. I've got to cool off!" and
she unbuttoned the top buttons of her cardigan.

"You may as well take it all off," Tony Wiles suggested. "You'll have to
sooner or later anyway. My little potion is going to work, you'll see!"

"Yes, I see," Jessica screamed, "I see that you've given us an
aphrodisiac and I'm beginning to see the picture. You're a crazy, warped
man, Tony Wiles!"

"No, just playful," he laughed, "and I like my fun."

"Fun! Fun, you call it  at our expense, you're inhuman," Gillian
stammered, tears of frustration streaming down her cheeks now. "You're
an animal!"

Mr. Wiles went over to her and began to unbutton the rest off her
cardigan, easing her over towards the bed again, letting his fingers
pinch at the nipples of her breasts through the lace of her brassiere,
sending maddening sensation coursing through her.

"No.. ..... ." she moaned, but she couldn't stop him... she didn't want
to stop him, her body was on fire with lust and she didn't care what he
did to her.

"Help me, Jessica," she pleaded, "Do something!"

"I can't, I'm going out of my mind!" her roommate exclaimed as she stood
up and began pacing the floor, watching helplessly while Mr. Wiles
deftly removed Gillian's cardigan, the girl laying limp and helpless on
the bed.

"Do anything," she murmured, "but make this burning stop! Please, make
it stop!"

"I will, I will," he laughed, "and your friend will help you too, won't
you, Jessica my dear?"

"Help me undress her Jessica," he then commanded, "or else you know what
will happen!"

Jessica was numb, she couldn't help this man seduce and torture her
roommate and friend, she just couldn't.

"Help me, Jessica!" he barked again at her.

Gillian was writhing on the bed as though she were in the throes of an
orgasm, her body twitching every way in an effort to quell the tension
and pressure in her burning loins.

Reluctantly, Jessica walked to the side of the bed and Mr. Wiles got up
and stood beside her.

"Finish undressing her, my dear," he ordered. grabbing her arm and
throwing her on the bed with Gillian.

Her hands reached for the zipper of Galleon's skirt while the girl just
stared at the ceiling as though she were in a trance, not saying a word,
not resisting Jessica's hands, just submissive while her companion
pulled the tight garment over her ankles.

Wiles was breathing heavily as he watched the girl undress the other
one, and his hands were holding his erect penis to keep it still. He
walked closer to the bed so that the girls would both see his
magnificent, hard, thick phallus and he laughed.

"Wouldn't you like this now, eh?"

"Oooohhhh," Gillian groaned and her hands were clenching the bedspread
while Jessica reached in back of her and lifted her brassiere away from
her body.

The girl's large firm breasts jiggled free, the nipples standing erect
and pink like the cherries on top of a marshmallow sundae. Her skin was
prickled with bumps and Jessica was beginning to gasp little short gasps
as she watched Gillian wiggle and look longingly at Wiles' huge
throbbing cock.

Her legs long and slender, with just a slight bulge of flesh protruding
where the stockings ended and the garter belt began.

"Take off her panties," Wiles ordered Jessica. "Let me see what she had
to offer that she's so willing now. Not like last night, right doll?"

"Ooohhh," Gillian groaned as Jessica's fingers hooked inside the elastic
of her panties and eased them over her hips, her stockings and let them
fall onto the floor. She was getting excited too, the drug was taking
its effect on her and she thought that she would burst.

Jessica realized that she was getting some sort of strange sadistic
pleasure looking at Gillian stretched out on the bed, her body begging
to be satisfied, but her mouth was silent, silent in the torture she was
enduring.

When Jessica slipped the panties away from Gillian, Mr. Wiles reached
over and unzipped the back of her dress so that it fell around her
shoulders and dropped at the edge of her brassiere.

"Let me help you," he muttered, "Then the party can begin."

Jessica wished that Andrew would get there, but she, too, was on fire
and just the touch of his hands made her want to throw herself at him,
have him touch her, fondle her, fuck her do anything to her so she
leaned forward as he finished unzipping her dress with one hand while
his other hand still played with his hard erect rod of throbbing flesh.

She got off the bed and let her dress fall on the floor, mesmerized by
the drug, but not caring what happened. Her clothing felt confining and
hot, itching her and she had to be free of them. Wiles' hands were not
fast enough for her and she began to shed article after article until
she stood there completely nude and trembling with passion.

"My two lovelies," Tony Wiles whispered, "You two are so beautiful and
so anxious!"

Jessica looked down at Gillian who was turning and tossing on the bed,
groaning, little gasps coming from deep in her throat and her hand were
holding the hair-covered vee of her loins as though she were going to
fall apart.

"That's it, play with yourselves if you must before the men get here, it
will make you feel better!"

Jessica's eyes were glazed and she felt dizzy and weak and she almost
fell on top of Gillian as she wiggled uncontrollably on the bed. Her
hand accidentally brushed Galleon's breasts and she moaned. "Oh, my
God.. what's happening!"

She pulled her hand away, but Wiles grabbed it and planted it firmly
back on Galleon's soft, luscious globes.

"Why don't you try it?" he laughed cruelly. "It will make you both feel
better, and I'll enjoy it tremendously!"

He manipulated Jessica's fingers beneath his own, pressing harshly into
Galleon's soft, pliant flesh, squeezing her breasts, pinching and
prodding until Gillian was squirming more violently.

"Yes. yes," she whimpered. her eyes closed end her mind uncaring whose
hands were touching her, as long as someone was!

Jessica leaned over Gillian slightly. her arms growing weak from the
pressure of Wiles' hand and as she leaned, he released the tantalizing
hold he had on his own organ and traced a light, tickling line up the
crease of her buttocks and underneath her so that he could barely touch
the down covered lips of her vagina.

"Oooohhh," Jessica gasped when his fingers found their spot and she dug
her own fingers harder into Galleon's round, supple mounds.

"Kneel up," he ordered Jessica, pulling her up onto her knees with a
harsh tug, his hands pulling her from between her legs, so that she was
kneeling over Gillian.

"Don't you wish she were a man," he asked Gillian. "Don't you wish she
had a long, thick prick so she could fuck you?"

Gillian was groaning and sobbing in her frustration, her fingers working
furiously between her legs, rubbing her tiny clitoris, plucking at her
vaginal lips, in an attempt to bring on an orgasm, but it wasn't
satisfactory enough, she needed something bigger than her own small
inadequate fingers.

Wiles reached out and grabbed Jessica's buttocks and pulled her back
towards him, letting her feel the hardness of his manhood, teasing her,
torturing her.

"Stop.. please stop," she begged him. "Nooo!!!"

Jessica looked down at Gillian and their eyes met in complete
understanding, complete frustration and humiliation and tears were
streaming down both girl's cheeks.

Mr. Wiles backed away from Jessica momentarily and went into the
bathroom, and when he returned, he was carrying a large rubber
instrument in the shape of a penis, a long thick rod, and two loose
rubber sacs hung from the staff, as well as two leather straps.

He dangled the monstrous dildoe in front of Gillian and Jessica and both
girls gasped and choked on their sobs.

"Why don't you try it?" he teased Gillian, "Maybe Jessica will
accommodate you."

"No," Jessica and Gillian murmured, but the lust in Galleon's eyes
belied her real feelings. Both girls would have reached out and used the
hard rubber instrument on themselves, but to make 1ove to another girl
was more than what either one of them could bear.

"Make love to her, Jessica," Tony Wiles commanded, pinching her breasts
and nipples cruelly. "Satisfy your fuck-hungry friend, can't you see she
needs to be loved?"

"I-I-I can't," Jessica stammered. "No! Please don't make me do that!"

"Here, let me help you strap it on," he told her, taking the huge fake
cudgel in his hands and adjusting the straps around her hips. She swayed
back and forth on the bed, trying to keep him from putting this false
penis on her, but his hands held her buttocks firmly and in a few
seconds he had the dildo securely in place.

"Fuck her," he shouted once again, slapping her soundly on the buttocks.
"If you do, maybe Andrew will take care of you when he gets here. I know
you girls must want to make love!"

"God, I can't stand it anymore," Gillian screamed, shoving two fingers
deep inside her vagina, "Do something, Jessica, please!"

"She's begging you, little vixen," he taunted. "Fuck her! I'll play with
you while you help your friend, and won't that feel good?"

Jessica was completely convulsed in sobs as she knelt over the
helplessly writhing girl impaled on her own two fingers. Mr. Wiles'
hands shoved Jessica's hips until she nearly fell on top of Gillian and
ordered her to move between her legs.

Galleon's legs were already spread-eagled, her hips bucking up and down
in the mattress, her fingers still wiggling around in her narrow
inflamed passage.

"Take your lover," he told Gillian, "Take your hard, thick lover."

Gillian was almost out of her mind with frustration and she reached up
and touched the rubber dildo that was bobbing from Jessica's hips and
pulled it down toward her so that Jessica lost her balance and crushed
on top of her friend.

"That's it . . that's it," he told them and went to the light switch and
turned the light down until the room was barely lighted. "Pretend you're
alone", he told them. "I won't tell anybody your little secret!"

"God," Gillian murmured, "I've got to have it I've got to!"

Her voice trailed off, but she was still holding firmly onto the huge
rubber prick and trying to adjust her hips under Jessica's so that she
could take it inside her hot, ravenous cunt.

"Please," she begged, and she wriggled frantically, pleading and crying.

Wiles placed his hands on Jessica's buttocks. urging her to shove her
rubber adornment into Galleon's moist and aching cunt. His fingers
grasped her firm round buttocks and his hands slipped around her so that
they locked in place just beneath the dildo and he could feel the
softness of her pubic hair.

Jessica twitched at his touch and slowly, skilfully, he inched his
fingers towards her vaginal opening, teasing her until her whole body
was trembling.

"Fuck her," he ordered, yanking at her hips so that the dildo was aimed
directly at the tight, hair-lined slit between Galleon's legs. His
finger began to play with Jessica's opening. twisting her tender cuntal
lips and feeling the first drops of moisture secreting out onto his
finger.

Gillian angled her hips to take the huge rubber cock and she raised her
legs and pulled Jessica down toward her, pulling her onto her hips so
that the thick, hard penis could easily slip inside her.

She felt the thick stiff head of the dildo ease between her legs and she
bucked upwards, showing her hips up onto the rod and pulling Jessica
down at the same time.

Wiles' finger was firmly implanted in Jessica's vagina now and she was
wiggling like an insect impaled on a pain, jerking back and forth in a
effort to satisfy her own need. He shoved into her cruelly and she fell
forward. burying the long, thick dildo deep into Galleon's waiting
vagina.

"AAAAGGGGHHHHH!" Gillian screamed as she felt her walls part to accept
this huge instrument She wrapped her legs around Jessica's hips so that
she would not lose her fake lover and she gasped and moaned as Jessica
rocked in and of her, filling her with the stiff rubber weapon.

Wiles knew that both girls were now past the point of no return, that
neither one could no longer help what she was doing, so he backed away,
leaving Jessica jerking and pushing.

"Play with me!" Jessica, "My god do something," but he just laughed and
sat down in a chair to watch the girls locked on the bed in their
obscene union.

They were both panting and Jessica's pleas be-came so violent that
Gillian reached up and crushed her breasts in her hands, tweaking the
nipples until they were erect and hard on her soft, full breasts.

"Mmmmmmm," Jessica gasped as Gillian touched and fondled her and she
drove her hips even deeper and harder into her friend's hot, clasping,
moist cunt.

"You are so beautiful, locked together," Wiles muttered. "I must have a
picture of this!"

The girls were too engrossed in satisfying their own needs and they
didn't notice a sudden flash of light, or hear the door open and three
men come into the room. Their breathing was heavy and labored, more like
desperate, choking gasps, so they didn't hear the gasps of the new
comers when they saw what was going on the bed.

They stood there, shocked and horrified, but saying nothing, too stunned
to even turn around and leave. Wiles snapped a few more pictures and
then calmly handed the men a drink, a mixture similar to that which he
had given the girls. He was chuckling sadistically as he watched Andrew
and Duncan grimace, but the other man did nothing. merely as though it
were the type of thing he witnessed every day.

"Aaaaaggghhhh," Jessica blurted, as Galleon's fingers became too harsh
and hurt her tender breasts, but she did nothing to stop her.

"Please fuck me," Gillian begged, "Fuck me... FUCK ME!" She was almost
screaming as she raised her hips to meet Jessica's.

Wiles watched the men carefully, noting the hard bulges that were
becoming obvious beneath their trousers and he laughed. He knew that
they may be shocked, but there was no denying that what they were
viewing was a sensual, exciting performance, one of total and complete
depravity. He knew that he was humiliating the girls and this was what
he wanted the men to see, see how he could control them all! They may be
office lovers and have their girlfriends on the side, but he alone held
this power over them. He walked proudly around the bed, watching them as
though they were puppets and not human at all.

"I'm going to cum," Gillian gasped. "Fuck me harder... deeper... devour
me!"

It didn't sound like her voice at all, it sounded as though it were
coming an entirely different person.

"Oooohhh, God," Jessica answered, "I'm dying... I want it too!"

Their breasts were now touching and Jessica pressed down hard on
Gillian, grasping the edge of the bed, digging into her as she responded
wildly to the screwing.

"I can't stand it...,, Gillian screamed, "It's too much! I've got to
cum!!!"

Her voice was a strangled mixture of a sob and a sigh as everything
inside her reached the boiling point and she could feel her vaginal
walls explode with contractions as she quivered and shook out the
passion of her orgasm.

"That's it!... I'm cumming. .. I'M CUMMING!"

The men were all rubbing their erect penises, feeling their own semen
begin to flood through their testicles and into their hard, pulsing
rods. It was an exciting and delicious moment for Terry Wiles, he had
proved his point, hut this was just the beginning...

As Gillian finished her last groan and gasp of her climax and her legs
fell down on the bed, releasing Jessica, Tony Wiles turned the lights
back up again so that the men could have a really good look at the two
girls and the girls could see who their audience had been.

Jessica rolled off Gillian and lay back on the bed to her friend, the
hard, rubber prick boldly standing straight up in the air like a
terrible, sharp weapon. Gillian was the first to open her eyes and
scream.

"OH MY GOD... NOOOOOO..." and Jessica sat upright and just stared at
Andrew and Duncan. horrified, unable to move or speak, then she
dissolved into great racking sobs again and buried her head in the
pillow.

Andrew was the first to regain his composure after this horrible sight
and demanded, "What's going on here, Wiles?" and he moved to grab him
and pin him against the wall.

"Take it easy," Wiles said, and he threw him the other set of pictures
and started to laugh.

Andrew thumbed though them one by one, looking at the pictures, then at
Jessica.

"You filthy bastard," he spat at him. "How much do you want for these,
and why involve the girls?"

"You took Jessica away from me, and you Duncan, I know you want Gillian,
so I decided to show you what I could do. No one will want these girls
again, they'll both be mine, especially after this little addition to my
picture collection!"

Andrew was clenching his fists and he looked at Duncan, then both men
sank into chairs and waited to see what else he had to say. They could
feel themselves getting a little dizzy, and Jessica groaned,

"Oh, no, he's drugged them too!"

"What was that?" Andrew shouted, "Drugged!" But his voice was thick and
his speech slurred.

"That's just another little thing to add to the fun of the party. You
see, I intend to join in this part of the evening. You've been give
aphrodisiacs too. You were so anxious for something to quench the
dryness in your mouths as you watched the girls that you didn't bother
to ask what you were drinking. It's not much though, not nearly as much
as the girls had, because I know that they can stimulate you enough!"

"I'm going to kill you!" Andrew growled threateningly, and Duncan was on
his feet and ready to take a swing at Wiles, but suddenly the other man
grabbed him.

"He's an associate of mine, gentlemen," Wiles informed mockingly, "my
part time photographer who develops all these lovely prints for me. He
also has some strange fantasies about women and likes to see them get
fucked good, so I invited him to come as a special favor."

"You're both sick," Andrew shouted again, "I'm going to the police!"

"What about your wife, Andrew, do you think she's like see these
pictures. I'd cost you your job and your money, you know that!"

Andrew sat back down and stared at the floor, glaring his fists clenched
as he pounded on his own thighs.

"You can't get away with this, I'll get you somehow!"

Duncan walked over to the bed and put his jacket around Gillian and
whispered,

"We'll get even for this, don't worry!"

She looked up at him, tears pouring down her face and she reached up for
him. The aphrodisiac still controlled her body, and she was insatiable,
she wanted more, she wanted a real man now.

"Isn't she lovely, Duncan?" Wiles teased him. "Sorry I got her first,
but I'm sure she'll be more than willing to take you on, in fact,
they'll both be willing to take us all on... Isn't that a nice party
idea?"

Wiles was slowly unbuttoning his smoking jacket and loosening the belt
around his trousers.

"If you don't hurry, I'll beat you to her, Andrew," he challenged. "I
want part of your precious Jessica and I'm going to have her!"

Andrew froze for just a moment then ran over to the bed, grabbed Jessica
and held her tenderly, reaching down and unfastening the horrible dildo
shuddering as his arms tightened around the quivering girl

"Oh, darling," she whispered "I don't know what to do, I need you so
much! I can't help it!"

"Ssssshhhh," he whispered, glaring at Wiles who was watching them with a
terrible grin on his face.

"Very touching," he commented, "Very touching, indeed."

"Shut up!" Andrew yelled at the sadistic man who held them all under his
power."

Andrew was trying to fight the effects of the drink, but Jessica was
clinging so tightly to him, running her fingers over the hard muscles of
his thighs, and he could feel his blood begin to churn from her
tantalizing touch.

"Oh, God," Gillian groaned and Duncan went to her and sat on the bed
with her.

The drug affected Duncan more quickly than Andrew partly because of his
youth and partly because he had wanted to make love to Gillian from the
first moment he saw her, but this was not the way he had planned it at
all, he couldn't have thought up such an evil scheme, anything so
degrading.

Gillian wriggled against him, pressing her naked, voluptuous breasts
against the material of his shirt and he could feel the heat from her
body permeate him for he was also beginning to grow warm, his loins were
tense and when he looked down, even before she touched him, he knew that
his erection would soon become unbearable.

"Duncan," she murmured, "Fuck me... please fuck me, darling!"

Wiles went to the doorway and dimmed the lights once more as the room
was completely dark except for a ray of light that shone in from the
bath-room.

"You heard the lady," Wiles giggled maliciously, ecstatic over the
horrendous situation he had put the two couples in. He forgot about
screwing either one of the girls himself for the moment so that he could
revel in the delight of the pictures he could take.

He had always been able to get excited by looking at pictures, and
because of this he had always kept his office desk drawer locked. One
day he had forgotten and his secretary had nearly discovered his cache.
It would have cost him his job, so after that he had brought most of his
collection to the hotel.

His wife didn't suspect that anything was wrong because he had never
taken them home either. His wife, he thought... that bitch, she didn't
understand him. He had loved her completely at one time, but then she
had been warm and responsive, not the cold, hard woman whom he was
married to now.

He didn't feel that he had made any unreasonable demands on her, but she
believed that there was only one normal way of making love and she
refused to try anything else. He had begged and pleaded with her but she
wouldn't submit to his wishes. It was because of that he had started
dating other women, and why he had become so obsessed with the idea of
making them suffer for the actions of his wife.

The other men in the office had mistresses, he knew that, but somehow,
he was never able to establish any sort of extra-marital affair because
of his obsession with sex and punishing. He got his kicks from looking
at pictures of other couples doing the things that he had always wanted
to do with his wife, it was his only way, and he didn't really care that
he was humiliating them, it didn't matter.

Duncan leaned over and kissed Gillian full on the mouth and her lips
parted and she let her tongue lick along the corners of her mouth he
returned her burning passion and his tongue slipped between her teeth
and tickled at the back of her throat.

"MMMmmmm..." she hummed, working her hips against his body, feeling the
hardness of his penis through his trousers. Her hand closed around the
solid bulge and squeezed.

"Oooooffff," he wheezed knowing that he would have to have her, that he
couldn't contain his desire for much longer, but he didn't want to make
love to her, when two other people were sharing the bed. He looked over
at Andrew and Jessica, but Andrew had already shed his trousers and
Jessica was fondling his cock with her delicate hands. They seemed
oblivious to the fact that there were other people present Duncan became
more and more excited as he listened to their heavy breathing and he let
his hand caress the softness of Galleon's breasts.

"Yes... yes." she urged him. "Do it to me... please do it!"

"Darling," he whispered, "oh darling!"

She slipped him out of his jacket and threw it on the floor and
stretched out full length, unashamedly, on the bed, turning towards him
as he hurriedly worked at the fly of his trousers and the buttons of his
shirt. His penis was jerking against his cotton shorts and Gillian
wanted to reach out and feel its length and thickness, but in a few
seconds, he stood above her, nude, his giant organ standing up like a
flagpole, pulsating against his hairy belly.

He stared at her, searching her face for some sign that she wanted him
to stop, he didn't want to ruin any future they might have, but he knew
that the drugged drinks had made her passions as uncontrollable as his
own. Her eyes glazed with lust and her hands reached out and touched his
thighs, tracing a pattern up his leg until her cool fingers touched his
testicles.

"Oooohhhh," he murmured and lowered himself onto the bed next to her.

She did not remove her hand from his genitals, but massaged and
manipulated them, feeling the hot thickness of his prick in her hand. He
was kissing her feverishly, lustfully, devouring her small, petulant
mouth with his own, sucking on her tongue like a hungry child. Mewling
sounds came from deep in her throat as she tried to urge his hands to
her breasts, but he was fondling the globes of her supple, round
buttocks, pressing his fingers into the soft flesh urgently.

Her fingers tightened on his rod and he thought for a moment that he
would cum in her hand. She moved his throbbing penis back and forth,
pulling the foreskin over the blood-red head of his cudgel and bringing
it, pulling it closer to her until she could feel it dig hard into her
belly.

"Oh, I want you so much," she whimpered, "Please please."

"Yes, darling, yes," he comforted her, but he wanted to wait a little
longer. He wanted to get to know every part of her body remember it,
cherish it.

His mouth dropped to her breasts and nibbled at the soft mound of flesh,
sucking greedily on her pink, round nipples until they were erect and
hard. He thought that he had never felt anything so good in his whole
life. He had known other women, but never before had he made love to a
woman who was so perfectly built, so softly rounded and sensual.

He cupped her breasts in his hands as he sucked, then began to move down
further on the bed, her breasts still held in his hands, but his mouth
sampling every inch of her midriff, the flatness of her belly, until his
face was inches away from the soft hair-covered mound of her loins.

She let her legs fall apart, inviting his intimate caress and she began
to tremble in anticipation. She had never had anyone do this to her
before, she had never let her ex-husband, but now she wanted it she
wanted Duncan to do anything at all to her just as long as he satisfied
her burning all-consuming passion!

"Mmmmmmhhhhh," she crooned as his tongue flicked out at the nub of her
clitoris which sprang into erection at his first touch. He bit softly at
it, burying his head between her milky white thighs. She raised her hips
up at his face her back ached from arching it toward him, but he
couldn't stop now, she didn't want him to ever stop!

She was moist with desire and his tongue slipped easily between the
swollen lips of her vagina and licked voraciously at her fragrant
opening. He could taste the juice of her desire as he mouthed her
vaginal opening, letting his tongue flick over her clitoris every few
seconds.

"God... ..... I want you so much," she begged as she felt her vaginal
walls tense and relax under his skilled mouth and tongue. She wanted to
hold his hardened manhood in her hand, feel its heat and strength, put
her mouth on him, make him feel the way she did now, but it wouldn't be
too long before she would climax, she knew that she wouldn't be able to
contain herself, nor did she want to, if he didn't stop his delicious
mouthing of her genitals.

"I love you," she uttered, "Please love me... now... you make me so
happy!"

His thighs and groin were tense and his testicles felt as though they
were filled with molten lava, and his penis was a volcano about to
erupt. His head was clouded from all reality and nothing excisted except
her, her body and his penis. He felt as though his whole body was one
erect phallus, forbidding and potent, stronger than anything else that
existed and knowing that he could conquer anything.

Gillian clenched her fists, wishing that she had something to hold onto,
his penis, she wanted to hold onto his penis, but her nails dug into the
palms of her hands, cutting little nicks in her skin.

"OOOOHHHH," she groaned over and over again as his tongue slipped into
her damp, aching passage, teasing her, readying her for something
larger, something that would fill her.

She was violently now, her whole body a mass of nerve ends tingling her
skin, shaking her whole being and she knew that she couldn't wait any
longer for him to take her; she was going to cum now.

"Yes... yes.. yes..." she screamed, her words echoing in her brain, "I'm
Cumming.. I'm cumming!... I'M CUMMMIUNG NOW! Oh, darling, suck it
harder! Suck it harder!"

She pushed her hips up harder against his face while she felt tremors of
relief shoot through her belly and vagina. She was shaking with the
throes of her orgasm as he kept his mouth glued to her vaginal opening,
tasting the fluid that was oozing from her tight channel.

He wished that he had not waited so long to take her, he had wanted to
be inside her when she came, but maybe she could cum again, maybe he
could make her come a thousand times. He felt though he could make love
to her forever, time after time, as often as she wanted it, he could
push a hard, eager prick into her tight little cunt, filling her
completely.

Gillian held his head between her knees for a few minutes after she
finished her shattering, convulsive climax until she could catch her
breath and relax for just a minute. When she released him, he moved
quickly up on  her body, forcing his narrow hips between her wide spread
legs and aimed his stiff, thick cock at her wet, waiting opening and let
her knees fall further apart so that it would facilitate his entry. She
felt her knees touch Andrew's hairy thighs and she knew that he and
Jessica were engrossed in the same thing.

"Yes... yes, fuck me, make me again," she urged but right now, she and
Duncan were the only two people in the world.

Wiles and his friend laughed and made lewd comments as the two couples
let their animal passion control their entire being. They watched while
the girls writhed beneath the lustful men, wriggling and turning,
demanding satisfaction.

The flash of the camera went unnoticed as Jessica eased the head of
Andrew's massive rod between her vaginal lips, then with one hip
thrusting stab, ground his entire length into the depths of her vagina.

"Uuuuuuhhhggg," she cried at his sudden intrusion, and she could feel
the walls of her lust inflamed cunt separate and stretch to accommodate
his massive, pulsing staff.

She swung her hips skilfully as he drove back and forth in her and she
gripped him tightly with her legs, bringing him closer to her as he
plunged mightily in and out with rapidly increasing strokes. She crushed
her lithe, feverish body up against him so that her full, voluptuous
breasts were squashed against his hairy chest.

His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her buttocks, wondering, as he
fucked her, just how far her passions might eventually be led. She threw
her body about wildly, drawing her very soul for the pleasure that was
beginning to rise in her once again.

He charged into her with new fury, slamming her hips into the bed until
his own body ached. His cock was swollen and burning as it plunged into
her throbbing, damp passage and an indescribable, dense feeling was
surging in his testicles and through his jerking prick until his semen
was spending triumphantly, flooding inside her just as a muffled cry
marked her own orgasm. He let his throbbing cock rest deep in her while
she ground her hips against him in order that she might be fully
satisfied as his sperm poured into her in hard jet-like spurts.

"I'm cumming... cumming ..~" she breathed heavily. "That's it, do it to
me I'm cumming!"

"Darling," he gasped, his breath hot and damp on her face and he kissed
her fiercely as he could feel his penis swelling for the last time, then
suddenly limp and flaccid inside her still contracting vaginal passage.

They lay still, their arms wrapped around each other, but the bed
continued to shake as Andrew pounded lustfully into Jessica, bringing
cries of pleasure and pain from her parted lips.

"Wonderful... wonderful," Wiles urged them, "fuck it, into her harder,
make her ache from your length!"

They didn't hear his lewd encouragement or else they ignored him for
they were in a world of their own, not caring about anything but the
ultimate satisfaction of their desires.

"Harder... harder, fuck me harder," she whispered to him, .......
deeper!"

Andrew had never seen Jessica like this, she was depraved, animalistic,
but his own passion matched hers and he rammed his thick, swollen cock
deeper and deeper into her until he could feel the head of his throbbing
penis against her cervix.

"Here it comes, he groaned as he felt his balls begin to tingle and
swell with his seed. His long hard prick quivered on the verge of his
climax and he grew even larger in her before the first spurt of his
sperm emptied into her belly.

"OOooohhhh," he gasped, as his fluid was released and jerked
spasmodically, thickly, into her waiting cunt.

"Yes... here it is, baby," he repeated.

"Fill me, darling," Jessica choked, "Fill me with you, fill me deep!
Give it to me!"

A few more flashes went off around the room as Wiles and his friend were
busy taking all the pictures they wanted as the other couple writhed and
jerked against each other on the bed.

Andrew pushed and pushed until every last drop of liquid had been
extracted from his penis, then he relaxed on Jessica and lay with her
breasts pointing into his chest, heaving steadily with labored
breathing. In a moment, they too were quiet, recuperating from the
strenuous activity and Wiles turned the lights on again.

"You were sensational," he grinned, "I have everything I need now." he
told them sadistically. "I will be sure that you all get copies when
they are developed."

Andrew looked around angrily for the man with the camera, but he was
gone, so any hope they had of smashing the film was destroyed.

"We'll get you for this, believe me, someday, we'll get even!"

Wiles just laughed, his head thrown back like a madman, his features
distorted in sadistic pleasure.

"I doubt that," he challenged.

It was incredible how he could change his expression, his entire
personality, and Gillian realized for the second time that she would
never be able to look at him, work with him again. It was strange how
she had reacted to him the previous night, for even though he had raped
her, he had made her feel like a woman, but now that she had Duncan, she
had no illusions about him at all and saw him for what he was, a
perverted, sick man who would hurt all four of them in any way he could.

"You may get dressed and go any time you like," Wiles told them
triumphantly. "I've got all I need, unless, of course, one of the ladies
would like some more attention. I'd be happy to service them!"

Service them! He spoke as though they were cows or mares in heat.

Gillian and Jessica got up and went into the bathroom to get dressed
while the men quickly slipped into their shirts and trousers. Gillian
could not look at Duncan in the eyes when she came out, she was too
ashamed and embarrassed.

The drug was beginning to wear off and she didn't know whether she could
face his knowing how she had acted and what she had done. She and
Jessica looked at each other, then lowered their eyes.

It would take a long time for either one of them to get over the
degrading situation he had forced them into, and there was a silent
understanding that this evening would never be mentioned by any one of
them.

"Come on, let's go," Andrew finally said, and the two couples walked out
of Tony Wiles' room while the depraved man stood there, watching them,
laughing and waving the package of the first pictures at them, his face
distorted with his insane triumph over them all and thrilled with the
sickening power he held over them.

At this moment, they could only bow to the circumstances and try to make
at least a dignified exit.

When they got outside, the couples went their separate ways, knowing
that it would be difficult enough seeing each other when they had to,
but everything was too new and raw now in their consciences, like an
open, bleeding wound.

Duncan took Galleon's hand and they walked away from Andrew and Jessica
until they could find a taxi.

"Would you like something to eat or drink?" he asked her.

"I'm starved," she admitted, and tried to smile up at him.

He squeezed her hand affectionately, understandingly, and kissed her
lightly on the cheek. He took her to a small, dimly lit pub not far from
her hotel and sat down across the table from her.

"I know that tonight was a horrible and terrifying experience for you,
Gil," he said finally, breaking the silence. "If you don't want to talk
about it, I won't, but I do want to know that it doesn't matter to me, I
love you, and I don't want you doubt that ever."

"You don't have to say that," she answered, "You just met me a few days
ago, so you don't have to say that you love me."

"But I mean it, really. I loved you from the first day I saw you in that
dreary office, and I wanted to make love to you, hold you, love you, so
please don't think otherwise."

Tears of humiliation streamed down her cheeks, her eyes swollen and red
from her earlier tears, but she was thankful that he was there, thankful
that he understood, or at least, said he did. She couldn't have stood to
be alone just then, to go back to the hotel alone and she reached across
the table and took his hand.

"I'm so sorry you got involved in this, Duncan, but thank you for being
so kind."

He patted her hand, then motioned for the waiter to bring them a menu.

"How about some wine with dinner, it will soothe your nerves and I could
use something myself. What do you say?"

"Sounds like a good idea, I need something, but I doubt that anything
will be able to cleanse this awful dirty feeling I have inside me... not
ever...

"Of course something will... I will, I love you. I know it has been
traumatic, but give yourself time and you'll see."

"I'm not going to the office tomorrow, I'm never going back there, not
ever!"

"I was just going to ask you not to. It's different for Andrew and me,
it's our careers, but you can find another job and it won't matter, you
were just starting in this one... I'm glad you're not going back there.
oh yes!"

"I hope that I can find something else right away or I'll be in
trouble," she told him.

"Don't worry about it, and Gillian, maybe I'm out of line, but I think
you should move out of the hotel. Wiles knows where you live and he may
to get at you again."

"I thought of that too, but I don't know where I'd go. I don't have much
money."

"You could move in with me," he said seriously. "I promise that I
wouldn't do anything to hurt you and that way you could take your time
finding a job you'd be safe."

She was silent, but her eyes were searching his face. He looked so
troubled, genuinely troubled for her, so she just nodded.

"You will?" he asked.

"Yes, I will," she told him. "But please don't rush me, Duncan. Tonight
was different, you know that, and I'm not sure I'm ready for that type
of relationship again just yet."

"Did I hurt you, Gil?" he implored. "Do you hate me?"

"NO!" she said emphatically. "It's just that tonight you know we were
drugged and it was the animal in us that brought us together, not love.
The next time we make love, I want it to be because we want each other;
because we're sure of our feelings, not because someone has put
something in our drinks. Can you understand that?"

"Of course I understand, and I promise I'll respect your wishes, but it
will be hard, loving you as much as I do."

"Maybe it won't be long, but please do try. I don't want to ruin
everything before it gets started."

He laughed and said, "You are different, but that's why I love you!"

They ate their dinner in silence, just every once in a while their eyes
would meet in a silent understanding, then he took her back to the
hotel.

"Why don't you grab a few things, leave a note for Jessica so she
doesn't worry and come with me. I am sure that Jessica will stay with
Andrew tonight anyway and I don't want you to be alone."

"Let me see if she's there first then I'll come back downstairs and let
you know."

She walked slowly to her room and Duncan waited for her in the lobby.
Jessica was not there and she had left a note for her telling her that
she, too, was moving out. Andrew was getting her a small flat, but that
she would get in touch with her through Duncan and she hoped that she
and Duncan could work things out.

Hurriedly, Gillian packed a small suitcase and went back downstairs.
Duncan beamed when he saw her and took the bag from her hand. She went
over to the desk and told the night clerk that she would be back in the
morning for the rest of her things and leave a note for Jessica where
she could be reached. He just nodded, eyeing her and Duncan, then marked
his records accordingly.

Duncan helped her into the taxi and they headed for his flat. It was a
lovely one bedroom place and the doorman greeted them as they got out of
the taxi.

"Al, this is Miss Blake, she'll be staying with me for awhile. If she
needs anything, please help her, she's new in town and tell the day man
too."

"Certainly, Mr. Jones, and welcome to London, Miss Blake."

Duncan slipped him a pound note and then showed her the way to the lift
and where the mail boxes were.

"I hope you'll like it here. As I told you, it's just one bedroom, but
it's clean and pleasant, and this area is very safe, so don't be afraid
to go out."

"Oh, I'll keep the place neat, and I'll even cook for you," she smiled.
"You know, it will be nice to have a man to take care of again."

"Shouldn't it be the other way around?" he queried teasingly.

"I guess it should," she laughed, "but anyway, I think I'll like it!"

She felt better after her dinner and the wine and he poured her a small
brandy once he had shown her where she could put her things and the
other little intricacies of the flat.

"Here, to my new roommate," he grinned, "I love her."

He tilted his glass to touch hers and they both sat back and let the
warmth of the liquor relax them as they listened to some music from his
stereo.

"I don't want you to worry about anything, Gil," he comforted her. "If
he ever so much as calls you, I want you to tell me. Of course, it would
take him a long time to find out that you're here with me, but he's a
sick man and he may just figure that I'd ask you to stay."

"Believe me, if he does try to see me or call me, you'll be the first to
know, Duncan dear, and thanks again. I don't know what I would have done
without you."

He leaned over and kissed her lightly, tenderly, then pulled away, and
held her face in his hands.

"1'll wait for you to love me," he told her, "but I hope it doesn't take
too long!"

She smiled at him and kissed him warmly.

"I hope it doesn't either," she confided.

He let her use the bathroom first, then poured himself another drink
while she went to bed. He knew that it would take all his willpower to
let her alone when she would be so close, so he waited until she was
sleeping, then crawled into the bed next to her.

"Good night, darling," he whispered, but didn't reach out to touch her
or kiss her, that would have been too much of a trial.

She slept soundly all through the night, but woke up the next morning
when she heard his alarm go off.

"I'll make you breakfast," she said, jumping out of bed and going to the
bathroom. "What would you like?"

"Just coffee, really, I never eat breakfast."

"Oh," she exclaimed, "I've learned something new about you already!"

She put on a pot of coffee and had her morning cigarette. She looked at
him when he came out to the kitchen to get his cup, his hair wet from
the shower and he was bundled in a robe. He looked so young, so much
like a little boy in the morning and she felt a flood of tenderness for
him.

"Good morning," she said smiling. "I hope it is a good morning, Duncan
dear!"

"It will be, sweetheart," he assured her. "Now, you do what you want to
do today, you don't even have to look for a job if you don't want to."

"Oh, I think that I'd better see some employment agencies, and I'll call
the other people I wrote to before I came to the city, maybe they still
need someone."

"Well, that's up to you, but don't rush into anything just to get a job,
it's not necessary."

"You're very sweet, Duncan, but I don't expect you to support me too.
You're already doing too much."

"You know I love you, so be quiet, I like to do things for you."

"Do you think that I could get my few days pay from the company, or
should I just forget it?"

"I'll speak to the payroll office, but you could call them today and
have them send it to the hotel I'm sure they'd hold it for you if you
like.''

"Maybe, I'll do that, it's something anyway."

"Well, I've got to hurry, but I'll be home tonight right after work.
Chill some martinis and I'll bring home steaks, and we can spend a
relaxing evening with the stereo or television."

"Sounds delightful," she grinned, glad that he didn't want to go out
again.

She waited until he had dressed and finished in the bathroom. Then she
drew a hot bath and soaked in the tub for about half an hour. She was
just drying herself when she heard the telephone ring. She hesitated for
a moment, then decided to answer it. It might be Duncan and he would
worry if she weren't there. If it was anyone else, she could tell them
it was the wrong number and hang up. She picked up the receiver.

"Gillian," a woman's voice asked.

It was Jessica.

"Jessica, yes, it's me, I was trying to disguise my voice. How are you,
where are you?"

"I'm just down the street. May I come up? I've got to talk to you.
Duncan told me you'd be there. I called him at the office, this
morning."

"Sure, I'm just getting dressed, but tell the door-man to let you come
up."

She hung the telephone and wondered what Jessica wanted to discuss. She
hoped that she wouldn't rehash the events of last night. It would be
embarrassing for both of them.

In a few minutes, she heard Jessica's knock at the door.

"Coming," she called and ran a comb through her hair and let her in.

"Hello," Jessica said, embarrassed, but still smiling.

"Have a seat and I'll get you some coffee."

"I'd rather have a drink if I may."

"Sure, I don't know what he has, but I'll check."

She went to the bar and poured her a tall scotch and handed it to her.

"Gil," she began, "last night was pretty awful for all of us and I don't
want to discuss it anymore, but I did want you to know that you weren't
the reason I left the hotel. I hope we can still be friends and we do
need each other in this mess. Andrew thought it would be best for me,
and for you, to get out there."

Gillian smiled at her and said: "Well, I'm going to be staying here with
Duncan for the time being while I look for another job. I think that the
men can handle Wiles and the farther we stay away from him the better."

"Good, I feel the same way, and I'm glad that you and I can still be
friends. I wouldn't want to destroy a relationship over one misfortune.
no matter how dramatic."

"Me, either." Gillian agreed, "You're the only girl I know in this big,
confusing city."

"Another thing, Duncan's a nice fellow, treat him right. You couldn't do
much better than him, and he's single and in love with you!"

"I know that," she told her, "and I do care for him, it's just that I
don't want to be hurt again, so I'm playing it slowly."

"Well, I hope that things do work out for your sake, and I'll keep in
touch."

"What are you going to do, Jessica?" Gillian asked. "Are you going to
find another job?"

"I really don't know right away, I may just stay home for a while,
Andrew is pretty generous with me, especially now, so I don't want to go
back to work if I don't have to."

"It would be nice to stay home for awhile, but I did that for several
years when I was married, so the career girl routine is new and exciting
to me. Besides. Duncan can't support us both, he's struggling to get
ahead now."

"You've got the right answers. darling," Jessica told her. "Let's see if
we can straighten out our present mess fairly quickly."

"I don't see how Wiles expects to get away with it Jessica. He's bound
to be caught, but he does have those awful pictures. I shudder every
time I think about it, it's too horrible!"

"Andrew has an idea and he'll tell Duncan in a day or two after he
checks a few things out and knows whether or not it will work."

"I hope it does, for all our sakes," she added. It's not a very pretty
situation!"

"I do too," Gillian whispered, almost like a prayer.

"Well, I've got to run, but I'm glad we could talk and as soon as I get
my telephone installed, I'll call and give you the number."

"That would be nice, and maybe we can have lunch one day next week."

"Great, I'll look forward to it."

Gillian closed the door behind Jessica and she was glad 'that her former
roommate had come over after all, it made her feel better and she
silently prayed that Andrew would come up with an answer to their
problem, he just had to!

She decided not to go out that day, but busied herself preparing a
luscious desert for their evening's meal. She wanted to please Duncan,
she wanted him to know how much she appreciated his help and warmth and
love.

She mused for a while and wondered if what she was beginning to feel for
him was just gratitude or whether it was possible that she was falling
in love with him after all! Only time would tell that, but she hoped
that she could love him, she wanted to be able to love him.

At about six, Duncan arrived to the flat carrying a bouquet of winter
flowers and a large brown bag with steaks, salad vegetables and two
bottles of wine.

"It's a celebration," he laughed, "Your housewarming."

She showed him the mousse that she had prepared for dessert and he
hugged her tightly.

"See, you're acting like a wife already," he blushed, "but I love it!"

"Jessica came by today," Gillian told him, "Andrew has gotten her a
place to stay and she may look for another job too."

"I know, she called me this morning. I hope you don't mind that I told
her where you were."

"Of course not. Jessica's my only girlfriend and I was glad that she
came over."

"Just so long as I'm your only boyfriend," he teased her.

"You've got nothing to worry about on that count," she told him, and
kissed him affectionately on the cheek, and took the flowers from him
and looked for a vase.

"I'll be chef for the steaks if you make the salad. Somehow I always
manage to cut myself when I prepare vegetables, besides, that's woman's
work!"

"It's 'a deal," she laughed and they started to prepare the dinner.

"Oh, I almost forgot," she said aloud suddenly, "I have your martini all
chilled and ready."

She went to the refrigerator and pulled out a pitcher of chilled drinks
and delicately poured him one.

"To us," she toasted.

"I hope you mean that," he said, "I really do."

Gillian blushed and went into the other room. She didn't want to say
anything that would give him false hopes, but she knew that she did care
for him a great deal and there wasn't anyone else in her life.

"Don't get nervous, Gil," he reassured her. "I made you a promise and I
intend to keep it. I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize our
relationship, even though it could be a lot more right away, but I'll be
patient."

"I know you will," she smiled, "but I was just thinking about how I
really do feel. I'm very confused right now and I don't want to say the
wrong thing."

"You couldn't say the wrong thing to me, unless you told me you were
leaving."

"Let's not get serious right away, after all if we do, we may never get
dinner cooked."

He took her by the arm and let her back to the kitchen.

"Go to work, woman," he chided. "You've got a hungry man to feed! And he
is hungry!"

Together they prepared everything, sipping on their martinis until the
entire pitcher was gone. Galleon's head felt light, but it was a
pleasant feeling not being sluggish and drunk, just happy and care-free.

"Why are you smiling?" he asked her. "Did I do something right?"

"Oh, Duncan," she said, putting her arms around his waist. "You really
do make me happy. I've never known that I could be so happy. I'm just
afraid I'll wake up and everything will be changed."

"You worry too much," he scolded. "Nothing's going to change unless it
would be your name!"

They ate dinner over candle-light, finishing both bottles of wine, and
while she cleaned the table, he turned on the stereo so that soft,
romantic music filled the cosy place. He handed her a cognac as she came
into the living room and sat next to her on the couch.

"I feel so warm. so safe," she whispered, letting her head rest against
the crook of his arm.

His hand closed around her shoulder and pulled her close and he kissed
her hair, smelling the fresh clean scent of her shampoo and cologne.

"I do love you, please believe me," he murmured.

She raised her face to his and he kissed her deeply, tenderly and she
could feel a rush of warmth permeate her body, her nerves begin to
tingle as she returned his kiss. Her arms reached across him and clung
to his sides and her fingers dug into his ribs.

He pulled away for just a minute, and said, "Take it easy, you know what
you're doing to me!"

"Yes," she answered, "the same thing you're doing to me.

Her voice had a hidden urgency and he turned and pushed her back onto
the couch, covering her face, her throat and neck with sweet, fluttering
kisses.

"Oh Duncan," she moaned, "I do need you."

She couldn't bring herself to say that she loved him, not yet, but she
did need him, needed him to make her feel safe and loved again.

His hands roamed carefully, slowly over her soft breasts, feeling the
throbbing of her heart and pulse wherever his hands touched. He wanted
to feel the soft silkiness of her skin and she didn't try to stop him as
he fumbled with the buttons on her blouse, easing it from her shoulders
so that her ripe, voluptuous breasts stood up proud and firm beneath her
brassiere.

She slid down further on the couch so that his body was covering hers
and she could feel his weight on her as he kissed her more passionately,
his tongue darting between her teeth and into her throat She sucked on
its cool dampness, and bit it gently, returning his passion with her own
building need.

"Mmmmmm," she crooned as his hands reached in back of her and unhooked
the stay of her brassiere, pulling it up so that he could fondle her
luscious orbs and tease her full pink nipples into erection.

"God, what are you doing to me," he breathed. "I want you so much, Gil
darling!"

"I want you too, Duncan," she answered.

He eased himself off the couch and picked her up in his arms and carried
her into the bedroom. Tonight, they weren't drugged and they were alone
and she knew that she did want him, she wanted him so much!

They both quickly undressed and feel together on the bed, their hands
reaching for each other and caressing, touching with tenderness as they
explored each other's bodies as though it were for the first time. Her
breasts were heavy and bulbous under his fingers and her heavy breathing
betrayed her anxious yearning.

"Oh, Gillian," he choked out, "I love you so much."

She turned so that she was fully on her back, her fingernails digging
into the strong, firm flesh of his back, pulling him over onto her. His
lips ran down her neck, nibbled voraciously at her shoulders, sucking
the hollows of her flesh until they were red and his lips found the
hillocks of her warm, mountainous breasts, drawing the nipples into his
mouth and sucked them harshly until she was whimpering in her passion.

Her hands held his head planted to her breasts and she wriggled her hips
back and forth as he drew gasps and moans from her slightly parted lips.
He placed one hand on her smooth, flat stomach and rubbed gently, easing
his fingers downward until they touched the soft down of her pubis and
reached the juncture of her loins.

"Oooohhhh," she gasped, as his thumb pressed against her clitoris and
rubbed it deliberately, tantalizing and created a sensual trembling in
her legs and in the pit of her stomach.

His penis. was fully erect and jerked into the firm, sleekness of her
legs with a demanding impatient urgency like a stallion that had been
kept penned into the barn too long. His fingers worked more rapidly and
furiously between her legs until he could feel her vaginal passage
becoming damp with desire.

"Darling" she breathed as he continued to awaken every nerve fibre in
her entire body.

His hands felt the cushiony flesh of her hips and pressed his fingers
into the well-padded orbs of her buttocks. She lay beneath him breathing
heavily, but mainly passive, waiting for him to show her the way, to
lead her to her ultimate release.

Her thighs were firm and smooth and they quivered under his touch. It
was difficult for him to contain himself, to keep himself from throwing
his hips swiftly over hers and locking into her with one violent thrust,
but he gritted his teeth and concentrated on bringing her to the boiling
point when she would welcome him inside her.

Her hips squirmed like a snake as he buried one finger in the warm cunt
opening between her legs and her thighs closed around his hand, holding
his fingers inside her where they worked skilfully and gently until she
was moaning deep in her throat with desire.

She was quivering all over, her breasts jiggling as she moved and her
thighs tightening and relaxing with each stroke of his fingering. Her
fingers dug into the muscles of his back, clinging to him as she would
to a raft if she were drowning.

His head moved down further on her body, kissing the smooth skin of her
belly and his teeth nipped softly at the folds of skin where her thighs
met at the delta of her stomach and legs.

"Mmmmmmhhh," she groaned as his tongue flicked out to touch her clitoris
and part her vaginal lips.

He sucked voraciously at the warm elastic opening bucking under him, his
head locked between her knees and she thought that she would explode
momentarily.

"Wait," she pleaded with him, not wanting to reach her ultimate
satisfaction until he was inside her, filling her, shooting his hot
sperm into her waiting channel.

"Wait," she repeated softly, but urgently.

He lifted his face and moved up so that he was lying next to her,
holding her, comforting her trembling body. Her hands reached down
between his loins and closed around his erect, thick, pulsing rod and
squeezed it gently.

"Let me," she murmured, but the rest of her words trailed off into a
whisper as she pulled away from him and slid down on the bed, her hands
still massaging his huge, throbbing cock.

"Oooooohhhh," he groaned, his voice choked with passion as she let her
lips touch the hairiness of his belly, then close around the bulbous,
red head of his pulsing prick. Her fingers ran over its length as though
she were measuring it as her mouth sucked harder and harder, bringing
more and more of his manhood into her mouth and throat.

"Yes yes," he gasped as her tongue traced over his outstanding veins and
tickled at the base of his huge, hardened cock. Her fingers touched
lightly on his genitals and jiggled  them softly, feeling their weight
and heat He crushed her breasts in his hands as she mouthed him hungrily
in the warm, wet confines of her lips, intensifying his desire until his
head was throbbing and his whole body was shuddering with his pent up
passion.

"I've got to have you," he urged, pulling her shoulders upward, but she
wouldn't let him, not yet. She wanted to feel his hardened cock in her
mouth, memorize every inch of it so she would know what she had inside
her. She sucked harder and harder until she could feel its length way
back in her throat and she had to swallow to keep from choking. He was
so huge... so hard, that her small ovalled mouth couldn't accommodate
his entire throbbing staff.

When she could feel his penis begin to twitch more rapidly, she knew
that he, too, was about to cum and she wanted him inside her. She wanted
to feel his marvellous strength in her, flooding her, fucking her,
making her feel alive again, with a tenderness that she thought had been
buried forever.

Gently he urged her upwards and turned her so that she lay on her back,
her legs slightly apart as he eased himself between her thighs. He
looked down at her and thought how very beautiful she was, how much he
loved her and how he wanted to make her happy.

"Now, darling," she urged, pulling at his hips, "Take me now... love
me... fuck me like you did before!"

Her knees fell apart as he angled himself and lowered his hips so that
his hardened cock touched her damp vaginal opening separating the soft
hair-lined lips and she could feel his hardness as he entered her. She
raised her knees up and his hand slipped beneath her buttocks, pulling
her up onto him so that he could bury himself in her with his first
urgent thrust.

"AAAaaaagggghhhh," she gasped, as she felt the huge, thick organ tear at
her lining and touch the very depths of her passage. He was so big... so
strong... so demanding, His genitals were swirling like a boiling pot,
the heat of his desire barely able to be contained. Her loins were
trembling as he forced her knees back against her shoulders and pounded
into her, harder and harder, deeper and deeper.

"That's it," she cooed, "Fuck me, darling, fuck me good!"

He was grinding into her with steady, hard strokes, letting the head of
his shaft rest at her cervix for just a moment before he withdrew and
entered her again.

She began to breathe his name over and over again with choked little
gasps as he steadily brought her to the apex of her passion. She could
feel the walls of her vagina begin to contract, hugging against his male
thickness, clinging to it as she held her hips in the air, letting him
pull her closer to him as she came.

"AAAAaaaaggghhhh," she gasped out in her consuming passion. "I'm
cumming, darling... ooohhh, I'm cumming!"

Her whole face was contorted in her throes of orgasm and desire and she
wished that he would cum, fill her deep with his life-giving sperm. As
she squirmed on the end of his throbbing prick, she felt it swell
slightly, then a quick rush of warm, thick liquid shoot deep up into her
contracting cuntal passage.

"Here I ..." he choked, no longer able to control himself as he felt her
vaginal walls pulse around his cock as she came.

"I love you Gillian... I love you!"

"I love you too," she whispered, locking her legs even tighter around
him, holding  him while he emptied himself in her.

An indescribable flood of relief swept through his body, satiating him,
relieving him as he felt his once hard prick go limp inside her. He lay
motionless on her, whispering in her ear, kissing her neck and face, and
tears of joy and satisfaction streamed down her face.

"What's the matter, darling?" he asked, "Why are you crying?"

"You just make me so happy," she murmured, hugging him strongly, "I'm so
very happy!"

He kissed her tear stained cheeks, then rolled off her and lay down next
to her, cradling her in his arms until her sobbing subsided.

"Ssssshhhh," he comforted her. "It's all right. Everything will be all
right from now on."

The weeks flew by quickly and neither Gillian nor Jessica had been
bothered again by Mr. Wiles. They were finally beginning to relax and
believe that the nightmare that had haunted their lives was finally over
and they could feel safe again.

Gillian and Duncan had settled into a nice, comfortable relationship and
she knew that she did love him. She had begun in a new job that was
within walking distance from the flat they shared and she felt safe and
secure. She wondered sometimes if Mr. Wiles had found some new type of
diversion or whether he had just reconsidered his position. The fact
that he still had the pictures bothered her, but as long as he didn't
threaten to use them, everything would be all right.

Andrew had not said anything to Duncan about his plan to get the
pictures back and get even with Wiles, and they had decided that Duncan
would not mention the matter to him unless the subject was brought up in
another way. They just wanted to forget about the whole horrible
incident and block it out of their lives.

Gillian was home earlier than usual one day because her office was
having a sales meeting and the girls were let off an hour earlier, so
she stopped at the mailbox to pick up the mail. Duncan usually did this,
but today she decided to get it before she went upstairs. There was a
letter addressed to Duncan and to her in the box, so she took it up and
sat down to read it once she was in the flat.

She couldn't imagine who could be writing to her or to Duncan jointly,
but once she had opened the envelope, she realized that they had not
heard the last from Mr. Wiles. The envelope contained copies of the
prints that were taken that night in his hotel room with a note attached
demanding that Duncan pay a certain amount of money or Tony Wiles would
see to it that he was fired from the company.

"Oh, no!" Gillian said aloud and ran to the telephone to call Jessica to
see if she had gotten an envelope, but there was no answer!

She looked at the pictures and she could feel that familiar shame creep
over as she saw her face, contorted with lust as she made love to
Jessica and to Duncan! She put them back in the envelope and hid the
letter and blackmail demand in her lingerie drawer, deciding not to tell
Duncan about it, not right away. He was in line for a promotion and she
knew that he couldn't afford the kind of money Wiles was demanding and
it would just upset him

She wasn't sure what she would do, but she knew that she had to stop
him, no matter what the cost. She decided that she would call Wiles the
next day and tell him-that she was going to go to the police, so he'd
better change his mind and see what his reaction would be. Her nerves
were on edge and she knew that Duncan would be home soon, so she poured
herself a martini and tried to let the

alcohol soothe her nerves. She couldn't let Duncan know that anything
was the matter, everything had been going so smoothly and she couldn't
ruin it for him now.

She managed to get through the evening without letting Duncan suspect
that she had heard anything and their lovemaking that night was as
satisfying and wonderful as ever. He was such a tender and understanding
lover and he lived just to make her happy and satisfy her, she couldn't
ask for a better man.

The next morning, after Duncan had left for the office, she picked up
the phone and dialled the familiar number, and asked for Mr. Anthony
Wiles. She was trembling when she heard his voice, and he laughed when
she told him who she was.

"Nice to hear from you again, Gil. You think I'd forgotten about you,
dear?"

"Hardly," she hissed, "but I called to say that I'm going to the police
with that threatening letter and if need be, to the president of the
company. You're not going to bleed Duncan for money he doesn't have and
ruin his chances for promotion."

"You're really not in a position to bargain, young lady," he chided, his
voice cold and unfeeling.

"I don't care," she told him, "I'm going to do as I say. In fact, I
haven't told Duncan about the letter!"

"That wasn't very wise," he continued, "I'm sure he'll have more sense
than you do."

"Well, I'm not going to, and I know that you wouldn't take that filth
into the office, it would be too risky."

"You're very right, my dear," he said, "but there are other ways to get
to him."

"I'm not going to discuss any longer," she insisted, "I'm hanging up and
going straight to the police!"

She slammed down the receiver, but her heart was pounding and her hands
were shaking, knowing that he hadn't been scared and that he may still
go through with his threat to hinder Duncan's job.

She called her office and told them that she wouldn't be in that day,
that she had some personal business that was urgent that she had to
attend to.

After that, she took a quick shower and dressed quickly. She decided
that she would go to Jessica's flat and see what she would advise. She
grabbed a taxi and in fifteen minutes she was ringing Jessica's
doorbell, but there was no answer. She asked the doorman if he had seen
her that day and he told her that she had gone out of town for a week or
so and wouldn't be back until the following week. There was no way she
could get in touch with her unti1 then!

Now she really didn't know what to do. She couldn't go to the police, it
would be too embarrassing and there would be a scandal. Then Duncan may
lose his job anyway and Andrew's position would be jeopardized too. She
would just have to wait until Jessica got home to see if she had gotten
the same letter.

It was a nice day so she decided to walk back to her flat, besides the
fresh air might help her think of something she could do. She walked
quickly and in about an hour she was back at her apartment, but she
didn't have an alternative solution to her problem. Maybe she would have
to tell Duncan. but it would crush him, and he had such grand hopes for
this promotion.

She collapsed on the couch and began to cry, tears of frustration and
anger soaking the pillows of the sofa. She dozed off for a short while,
but was awakened by a persistent knock at the door.

"Who is it?" she asked, wondering why the doorman had not announced a
visitor.

"Special Delivery," a man's voice said, "for your husband!"

"Just a minute," she told him, "I'll be right there."

She couldn't imagine what Duncan would be getting Special Delivery,
besides, he was not her husband, but then the mailman wouldn't know
that. She shuddered at the thought that it might be another letter from
Mr. Wiles, but she didn't think that it could get there so quickly.
especially after she had spoken to him several hours before.

Gillian opened the door cautiously, but the man pushed past her and
closed the door behind him.

"Hello, Gillian," he said. It was Mr. Wiles' friend, the photographer!

"What do you want?" she demanded, her voice shaking with anger. "Get out
of here!"

She walked to the house phone to call the doorman and ask him to call
the police or come up himself and get the man out of there, but he
grabbed her wrists and slapped her viciously.

"Sit down and shut up," he commanded her, "and nothing too horrible will
happen to you."

He went to the phone and she could hear him ask for Mr. Wiles.

"She's here," he told him, then paused, "Yes, I'll keep an eye on her
until you arrive!"

She was trembling with fear, she couldn't let him come to Duncan's flat,
she just couldn't but it was only one o'clock and Duncan wouldn't be
home until about five or six.

The man went to the bar and helped himself to a drink, letting his eyes
stare through her body as though he were undressing her.

"We've got to teach you a lesson, lady," he laughed. "You threatened Mr.
Wiles, so now you'll have to pay!"

"You beast," she screamed, "I'll yell my head off until someone comes to
the door!"

He walked to her chair and slapped her hard across the face again.

"It will be worse the next time if you do," he told her, his eyes
narrowed with hate and vengeance. "I don't like women, especially women
like you and I wouldn't hesitate to beat you to a pulp!"

She could tell that he wasn't joking, so she started to sob again, her
whole body shaking. Why did she decide to stay home today... why?

It seemed like hours before there was another knock at the door. The
photographer went to answer and let Mr. Wiles in.

"I see you're as lovely as ever, my dear Gillian," he grinned. "Yes,
indeed!"

He sat down on the chair opposite her and just stared. She wished that
he would say what he had to say and get out, she didn't want Duncan to
find them here when he returned.

"What do you want from me?" she asked hesitantly. "I don't have the
money you demanded, you know that."

"Yes, I do," Wiles answered, we've come to teach you and Duncan a lesson
so that you won't be tempted to go to the police again!"

"But I didn't go!" she insisted "I didn't!"

"I didn't think you really would, however, it isn't nice to threaten
like that, especially because it would prove embarrassing all around and
I would deny anything you accused me of."

The two men paced around the living room, helped themselves to drinks
and talked to each other, ignoring the fact that she was even there.

"Why don't you have a drink?" Wiles finally suggested. "It might relax
you."

"I'll make it myself," she answered, not trusting him after the
concoction that he had given her the last time, she didn't want to take
a chance. She walked to the bar and poured herself a strong gin and
tonic. As she bent down to get the ice from the refrigerator, he grabbed
at the soft, round contours of her buttocks and squeezed them harshly.
She jumped up and beat at his hands, but he grabbed her by the waist and
held her securely, letting his free hand grab at her full, voluptuous
breasts.

This is going to be quite a party," Wiles laughed and the photographer
just grinned lewdly. "We'll see how far your precious Duncan will let
you go before he meets our terms."

"I told you we don't have the money, what else do you want?"

"There are ways of getting the money, and without Duncan finding out, if
you're interested."

He released her and she took her drink and went back and sat on the
sofa.

"What do you mean?" she asked reluctantly.

"Well, you could entertain at these parties I go to from time to time,
or just party with a few of my friends. The money you'd make would go to
pay me for the pictures. In a month or so, you'd have them all paid off,
and Duncan wouldn't even know. You could make excuse to him when you had
to be away."

"I'm not interested," she told him. "I'm not going to be a whore for
you, or for anybody, so forget it!"

"Didn't be so sure," he reprimanded her. "You just could make the first
instalment this afternoon and get some of the pictures back. Duncan's
not here and then he wouldn't owe me so much. Think about it!"

She couldn't believe that he could suggest that she give her body for
money, but he was capable of anything and she knew it. It would be a way
to pay him off, but what guarantee did she have that he would give her
the pictures.

"Come on, Wiles," the other man urged. "Let's get on with it!"

"Be patient," Tony Wiles told him, "there's plenty of time before her
boyfriend gets home, and he may find our little plan very interesting. I
don't think we should exclude him."

"What do you mean?" she gasped. "What plan?"

"You'll see," he answered her matter-of-factly, but not giving her any
clue as to what was to happen.

She took long gulps of her drink, finishing within just a few minutes.
The liquor didn't calm her nerves, but she couldn't just sit there and
wait like a calf for the slaughter, she had to know what was going to
happen, it was driving her crazy.

She got up to make herself another drink, but this time the photographer
grabbed her, pinching her breast as she passed him and grabbing her
blouse by the collar. She struggled to pull away from him, but as she
pulled, he yanked and the buttons of her blouse scattered over the floor
and her smooth white skin, and the luscious mounds of her breasts were
revealed in their almost nakedness.

"My, you are anxious," Wiles chided.

She tried to hide her breasts by folding her arms over her chest, then
ran toward the bedroom to change her clothes, but Wiles blocked her way.
"No sense in changing your clothes, you may ruin others if you do, my
dear."

"Ooohh..." she nearly screamed, but afraid that the other man would slap
her again if she did. "You can't do this, Duncan will be home in an hour
or so."

"We know," he continued, "and that's exactly why we planned it this
way."

He reached out and cupped one of her breasts in his hand, pulling it
free from her brassiere and pinched the nipple harshly until it stood up
in in-voluntary erection.

"Ow!" she cried, and clawed at his menacing hand, running her nails
sharply into the back of his hand and wrist.

"You bitch," he spat, "you'll pay for that," he told her, putting his
hand to his mouth to stop the bleeding where her fingernails had dug
deeply.

The photographer had positioned himself behind her and reached out,
holding her tightly.

"Take her into the bedroom," Wiles ordered him, and he dragged the
kicking girl by the waist and threw her on the bed, pinning her with his
body. Wiles went to his coat and got some heavy wrapping twine, about
the strength of clothesline, and went into the bedroom.

"Grab her wrists," he commanded his friend, "Let's show her who's in
command here!"

The two men stretched out her wrists and tied them quickly and securely
to the bedposts at the top of the bed. She kicked furiously, flailing
her legs in every direction so that it was difficult for them to get
near her, but Wiles reached out and grabbed one of her legs roughly and
held it tightly.

"You'd better calm down or we'll have to cut your clothes off rather
than take them off, so you have your choice."

He held her legs, grasping her ankles so firmly that she thought her
circulation would stop, while the other man fumbled with the button and
zipper over one foot, then the other. She lay clad only in her black
brassiere and brief bikini panties and stockings. The man leered down at
her helpless position and laughed cruelly.

"What should I take next?" the photographer asked lecherously.

"Take the panties so we can get her ankles secured, I don't want to have
them hiding anything from us."

The other man laughed and hooked his fingers inside the tight elastic of
her panties and slowly eased his fingers inside them. His hands were hot
and sweaty against her skin and she squirmed as he touched the delta of
her loins.

"What a sweet, soft pussy," he murmured, then cruelly jammed one finger
inside her dry, unwanting channel. "And tight too!"

"Take it easy," Wiles laughed, "We don't want to get her all excited
now, do we?"

The other man withdrew his fingers and yanked at the thin panties
pulling them quickly off and throwing them in the pile of her blouse and
skirt

"Help me turn her," Wiles asked the man. "I want her hips sideways. I
have something special in mind for the little lady this afternoon.
Something that I know Duncan would enjoy seeing!"

Gillian was squirming and bucking helplessly on the bed, trying to
muster all her strength to fight the two men off, but she knew that it
was hopeless, she was no match for their maniacal strength and sadism.
Wiles pulled harshly at her calves and ankles and the other man grabbed
her hips, turning her on her side so that her hands were tied straight
above her head, but her hips were turned so that her right ankle was
being tied to the left bed post and her left leg was pulled behind her
and tied to the right post.

She felt as thought she was being split in two and her arms and legs
ached from the awkward position. When she was securely fastened Wiles
yanked at her brassiere and ripped it from her body. His mouth
immediately covered her breasts and sucked noisily on her nipples.

"Let me," the other man pleaded. "Let me do something!"

He was unbuttoning his trousers and reaching for his rigid, throbbing
organ until it sprung free from its confinement.

"I want her to suck it for me!"

Gillian gritted her teeth, there was no way they could make her take
that perverted little man in her mouth. His stubby organ was about the
size of a boy's and she could hardly keep from laughing.

He knelt beside her on the bed, forcing Wiles to move down further and
direct his attentions elsewhere, while he aimed his short, fat prick at
her tightly closed lips.

"Open up," he commanded her. "Open your mouth."

She rolled her head from side to side, but she kept her teeth tightly
clenched, refusing his order. He grabbed her face in his hands and
pushed his finger harshly in between her lips and pulled them cruelly.
When she gasped in pain from his horrid stretching, he leaned forward
and shoved his boyish stub between her teeth.

"Suck it nice, you bitch," he shouted. "Suck it nice or you'll pay!"

Her lips closed around his small, fat cock and sucked slowly on the
swollen head. She could feel the weight of his testicles throbbing
against her chin and she thought that she would suffocate as he nearly
sat on her throat in an effort to keep himself inside her. His prick
didn't seem to get any longer even with her mouthing, it just wiggled
around the tip of her tongue and she couldn't bring it any further into
her throat if she had wanted to.

In the meantime, Mr. Wiles had busied himself exploring and fingering
the intimate channel of her vagina. He prodded gently at first,
separating her vaginal lips and peering into what lay between them.

"What a small pussy," he groaned. "It's so nice, so nice..." then he let
his finger push roughly into the open gash before his eyes.

"Mmmmm... aaagggghhh..." she gasped as the thickness of his fat finger
pushed into her and wiggled maliciously, torturing her. When she gasped,
the other man's prick slipped from between her lips and he grabbed her
head again.

"Suck me again, harder... harder," he threatened her. "Make me cum, you
bitch!"

The thought of his stubby cock cumming inside her mouth made her feel
nauseous and she wished that Duncan would get home and rescue her from
these two horrible men, but she knew that it would' at least be another
hour before his key would turn in the lock. But, in another way, she
wished that he wouldn't come home, she didn't want him to see her like
this, not again!

Wiles was nibbling harshly on the soft, supple flesh of her inner
thighs, working his way toward the juncture of her loins. His tongue
slavered over her smooth, white skin and she shuddered as he neared his
goal. Because of the way she was tied, it would be difficult for him to
position his face at the V of her loins, but his tongue was teasing her,
making her react involuntarily to his lewd caress. Her thighs were
trembling as he worked his finger furiously inside her and his mouth
sucked and nibbled so close to her vaginal opening.

The other man was perspiring as he rocked faster and faster into her
mouth, his short, fat prick pulsing with lust as she sucked disgustedly
on his manhood.

"I'm gonna make it, Tony," he shouted, "I'm gonna make it!"

His voice was choked with passion and he turned to look at the other
man. It was as though he had never had a woman in his life.

Tony Wiles ignored his jubilant cry and did not lift his face from her
legs. Gillian could feel his fat stump thicken and begin to twitch. For
a moment, she thought that he would jerk out of her mouth, but he raised
up further on his knees so that his loose, hairy testicles hung at her
throat and he slammed down into her furiously as the first drop of semen
spurted out and left a slightly bitter sweet taste in her reluctant
mouth.

God, no, she prayed. Don't let this awful man cum in my mouth, please
make it impossible, but then erratic spurts of his white thickened sperm
began to spurt down her throat. She swallowed the bitter tasting
offering to keep from choking, but she thought that she would be sick
and wished that he would get it over with and let her alone.

He was bouncing on the bed, ecstatic over his accomplishment, and his
head was thrown back as she swallowed the last drop of semen and his
tiny prick slid easily from between her lips. He looked down at his limp
organ as it seemed to disappear back into his loins, hidden completely
by his thick mat of black pubic hair. It was a ludicrous sight, and she
thought, no wonder he hates women, he couldn't satisfy one with that
thing if he tried. She turned her head and tried to dry her mouth on the
bedspread, but her neck could not turn quite that far, so his pungent
sperm was left to dry on her lips.

Wiles had worked his finger wildly inside her and in spite of her
revulsion, she could feel herself begin to involuntarily react to his
fingering and her passage was becoming damp with her own juices. His
tongue was licking between her legs, flicking out teasingly at her tiny
clitoris, urging it, tantalizing it into unwilling hardness.

"Nuuuuggghhh," she moaned as he roughly forced a second finger into her,
straining her vaginal walls with the pressure.

He knew that he was torturing her, that soon she wouldn't be able to
treat his caresses to stoically, that eventually she would have to react
to him, beg for him, but he wasn't going to give it to her this time, he
was going to let her hang on the verge of her fulfilment until he could
satisfy his own sadistic plan.

"Do it to her," the other man begged him, his eyes glassy with carnal
lust as he watched. He was vicariously stimulated not so much by what
Wiles was doing to the girl, but by the look of fear and revulsion on
her face

He knew that she was suffering, that she didn't want to feel anything,
but he also knew that she would feel something soon, she would slowly
begin to feel that burning sensation deep in her belly and in her vagina
that he had seen her feel before, but he also knew that Wiles had
something else in mind. He would have liked to see him fuck her, bury
his massive cock into her until she wrapped her legs around him and
pulled him toward her like a depraved animal, but this was still his
fantasy.

"OOooohhhhh," she moaned again and again as he wiggled his fingers
skilfully inside her, lifting her hips from the bed with his roughness.

"You want it, don't you?" he gloated, finally lifting his lips from
where they had been buried. "You hot little bitch, you want it!"

She gritted her teeth so that she wouldn't cry out, so that her gasps
and moans wouldn't betray her, but her body was burning as though she
were a hot coal, smouldering and about to burst into flames. She
rationalized that it was just a normal reaction, that her mind could not
control her body, it was beyond that point.

Wiles knew all the sensitive parts of her body, and without removing his
fingers from her moist, quivering cunt, he crushed his mouth against her
breasts once again. The nipples sprung into erection at his touch and he
bit and sucked them harshly, bringing groans from deep in her throat.

Her whole body was heaving with anxiety and she tried to free herself
from her bonds, but the more she struggled, the tighter they became
until the rope was cutting into her wrists, bruising and burning them.

Wiles was breathing heavily as he manipulated the girl any way he wanted
to, did whatever he pleased with her, she was his puppet and he liked
that.

"Fuck her," the other man urged, "Fuck her good!"

Do something, her body cried silently, I can't take this for much longer

"Please," she finally whimpered. "Please!"

"Please what?" he challenged her, but she gritted her teeth again and
would not answer him.

"I think she wants it," Wiles laughed, biting cruelly at her breasts
until her skin rose in red welts between his teeth marks.

When Wiles was sufficiently satisfied that he had brought her almost to
her zenith, he slid off the bed, leaving her there unattended and
squirming, her body wracked with desire and no satisfaction forthcoming
at least not for the moment.

"Look at her," the other giggled, "she's going out of her mind. Look at
her squirm!"

He reached over and ran his fingers lightly between her legs, just
brushing her tender vaginal lips and feeling the moisture that was
gathering there.

She tried to angle her legs so that his finger would go inside her, but
each time she moved forward, he would move his hand backwards, just out
of touch.

"Oh God." she groaned. "Oooohh God!"

"Awful, isn't it?1' Wiles hissed. "That's what you women do to men all
the time... tease and run: well now you're being paid back!"

"Let me touch her again... just once," the photographer asked Wiles as
though he were his servant "She's so soft!"

"Touch her gently, but don't let her cum, we must save that for the last
coup."

He reached out and squeezed her breasts, feeling the soft, warm flesh
ooze between his fingers as he grasped it.

"Aaaaggghhhh... mmmm," she groaned again, her body tingling with desire
as he touched her, caressed her. They could have done anything to her at
that moment, it wouldn't have mattered, but she couldn't take the
pressure in her loins much longer.

Wiles looked at his watch and said, "He should be here any minute now.
Help me grab him when he does and get the chair and the rope ready. We
must have a captive audience for our final performance!"

"Oh... no," she sobbed. "You can't!"

"Maybe you'll listen to me after this, my dear," he continued. "We're
just going to teach you both a good lesson."

It wasn't too much longer after she heard Duncan's key in the lock and
he called her name. Before she had a chance to warn him, the two men
grabbed him from behind and quickly hog-tied his wrists and forced him
into the bedroom.

"God... NO!" he screamed, "let her go!" he pleaded.

She was crying hysterically now and Duncan looked so helpless with his
hands tied behind his back as they forced him into a chair and tied him
there, facing the bed where she was tied. She struggled at her bonds,
but there was nothing she could do.

"Now, Mr. Jones," Wiles began, "Your little girl-friend here threatened
to go to the police with my little note and pictures, so we are going to
teach you both that it wouldn't be such a good idea."

"What note?" Duncan demand, "I didn't see any note I"

Gillian was crying too hard to answer him, but Wiles held the packet of
pictures up in front of him and made him study each one carefully, then
he read him the note which demanded the money.

"You poor baby,. why didn't you tell me?" he asked, his voice choked
with emotion.

She couldn't answer him, but Wiles asked him, "What do you intend to
do?"

"I'll work it out somehow, but you know that I don't have that kind of
money now!"

"Too bad, because now you're going to watch your girl earn some of that
money to pay me back. I've already offered her an alternative, but she
turned me down."

"You bastard," Duncan spat at him, "You filthy animal!"

Wiles was slowly stripping off his clothes, his erection already evident
through his shorts. He was grinning lewdly, watching the horrified look
on Duncan's face, and waiting to see what his reaction would be when he,
Wiles, finally rammed his hardened cock in his sweet, innocent
girlfriend's tight little pussy.

"You know what to do," he directed the question to his companion. "let
me get in her and get her started, then cut her ankles free!"

"Noooo," Gillian moaned, "Please .. don't!"

Duncan was struggling to get free from the chair, but it was useless, he
was tied too securely and there was nothing he could do, but watch the
degrading spectacle being performed upon Galleon's naked body.

Wiles ran his fingers over her moist, throbbing cunt several more times
until he could feel her dampness on his fingers, then he traced his
fingers between her full, luscious buttocks cheeks, wetting them with
her own juice. She was squirming as he touched her and he inserted a
finger into her vagina, wiggling it furiously, getting her ready for his
impeding impalement of her genitals.

"See how she wants, it," he taunted. "She's so ready... so wet."

Gillian had her eyes tightly closed, not wanting to look at the two men
who had been torturing her, and she couldn't bear to look at Duncan.

Wiles moved on the bed in back of her, working his finger deep in her
cunt, then moistening the crevice of her buttocks once again. She could
feel his massive, throbbing organ jerk against her behind pushing into
the soft flesh of her buttocks and she tried to pull away, but his hands
gripped around her waist and pulled her back towards him. His hands
fondled her behind, taking great handfuls of her soft, ample flesh
between his fingers and squeezing. His fingers prodded at her back
opening, pulling her cheeks firmly, cruelly apart until he could see the
tiny puckered hole of her anus. His finger prodded at the fleshy
virginal ring and probed teasingly around the tight elastic opening.

"Aaaaggghhhh," she screamed, her eyes opening in terror, suddenly
realizing what they were going to do!

"No . . Gil, NO!" Duncan screamed, "You can't do that!"

The two men just laughed and gloated while Wiles eased his hips up
against her widely parted buttocks.

"This isn't going to be easy," he growled, "She's so fucking tight! But
I'll screw her!"

He held her buttocks apart, separating them until they were squashed out
like two balloons. He guided his prick at her opening until the thick,
red head of his monstrous, pulsing cock was pushing against the small
brown ringed hole. His hand gripped her thighs and waist and pulled her
back onto him, tearing at her tight, tender flesh as he jammed his staff
into her until it stuck.

"Aaaaauuuggghhh," she screamed again, feeling her skin give way to
accommodate his giant organ. She felt like she would faint from the pain
and she buried her head in the bedspread and closed her eyes!

"Hold her head up," Wiles shouted to the other man, "I want her to see
Duncan while I fuck her. I want him to see her suffer so he'll know what
to expect if he doesn't come through."

Tears were streaming down Galleon's face and she could hardly catch her
breath because of the agonizing pain. He pulled at her buttocks again,
shoving further and further into her constricting channel. Her tight
wall of flesh gave way and he could feel its tightness clamp painfully
around his throbbing prick and he stopped momentarily so that he could
adjust himself to the pressure, then jammed into her again. He could see
his erect cock disappear between her firm buttock cheeks, like a knife
into a pillow. Her face was contorted in agony and pain, humiliation and
shame. She wanted to die, she couldn't stand it any longer.

When he was almost fully imbedded in her anus, he ordered the other man
to cut her legs loose. He freed her with a slash of a knife and Wile's
hands gripped her pelvis and pulled her fully back onto him. His penis
ached from the tightness, but it felt good. He had never felt anything
so tight in his life and that, along with the knowledge that she was
suffering, nearly brought him to an early climax. Her arms were still
tied and she tried to roll her body away from him, but he was too strong
for her weak, futile efforts.

Her lips bled and she bit into them trying to keep from screaming. She
knew that Duncan was suffering along with her and she had already caused
him enough pain.

Wiles sawed impassively into her, his lips curled in an evil grin as he
enjoyed the tightness of her passage. A glaring hatred burned in his
eyes as he impaled the helpless girl while her equally helpless lover
watched horror stricken from the edge of the bed.

"Sooo good!" he crooned, looking at Duncan. "She's got such a nice,
little hairless ass. You should have tried it!"

Duncan was red with anger and frustration, knowing that this man was
painfully ripping into his girl, torturing her, shaming her. He wasn't
sure that all the love in the world would or could ever erase this
experience from her mind.

She sobbed uncontrollably as her body was rifled, her back passage
cruelly deflowered, relentlessly penetrated.

The other man stood almost passively while Wiles drubbed harder and
harder into her, but his hands were clutching feverishly at his
trousers, feeling his nubby penis begin to grow erect. He liked to see
women suffer when they were fucked, it excited him as no normal
lovemaking could.

Gillian tried to arrange her body so that the pressure would be
lessened. but his rod was monstrous and no matter how she squirmed, it
just got worse.

"STOP.. STOP.  PLEASE!!" she gasped as his fingers reached down in front
of her and pulled the lips of her vagina apart with his fingers while
she was impaled on his throbbing phallus. He could feel the dampness
between her legs and he played and pulled at her vagina and rubbed his
thumb furiously over her clitoris until she was half screaming, half
moaning in the humiliating knowledge that her body was suddenly
beginning to react to his horrible, teasing manipulations of her
helpless sexual genitals.

His fingers were skilled and he knew that she couldn't resist her climax
if he didn't stop his fingering, no matter how much the other passage
ached. He wanted Duncan to watch her cum with another man buried in her,
fucking her from behind, fucking her like no one had before. He grinned
and increased the rhythm of his fingers, prodding slowly, tantalizingly
into her wet vagina. He could feel the heat and weight of his own prick
with his fingers and his brow was covered with perspiration in an effort
to stay his own climax until she had cum, until he had made her suffer
that final humiliation, until he had made her cum!

"Ooooohhhhh," she gasped involuntarily feeling her vaginal walls begin
to lubricate heavily from his playing. Her clitoris was hard and aching
as his thumb rubbed relentlessly over the erect nub, urging, forcing her
nearer and nearer to an unwanted orgasm.

"OOOhhhhh, OOOOHHH!" Her lips parted, a low groan echoing in her throat.
She was momentarily relieved of the pain in her anus as the pressure in
her loins reached a breaking point. She looked up at Duncan wildly, her
eyes glazed with passion and pleading with him to forgive her as she
gasped and moaned and felt the cruel hard relief of climax flooding her
whole body.

"I'm cumming... cumming," she gasped, as he held her firmly implanted
between his thick, fat prick and his skilfully working fingers.

"That's it," he crooned, "Oh, so nice. .. that's it!"

He had accomplished what he wanted to do, humiliate her, shame her then
satisfy her In front of her boyfriend. She had submitted to her animal
instincts and she was subservient to him. He had done it!

He pulled his fingers from her throbbing, sated vagina, and grasped her
thighs, wiggling his hips up against her buttocks, letting the head of
his penis stay deep inside her.

His stomach was a mass of jangled nerves, his body trembled as he too
was on the verge of his climax. The close tightness of her behind
constricted around his rod, sending quick little electric shocks through
his body. He bucked up against her buttocks, jerking his legs and hips
into her so that she moved across the bed. He was quivering all over,
then suddenly stiffened and groaned as the stream of pent-up sperm shot
deep up into her rectum, lubricating her warm, throbbing passage with
his hot viscous fluid.

"Oooohhh, yes," he gasped as he jerked and jerked into her, filling her,
defiling her, punishing her.

Duncan could no longer look at the horrid spectacle before him and his
eyes closed and his head dropped. Gillian was laying motionless on the
bed as this man filled her again and again with his sperm, lewd, wet her
own betraying body still twitching every once in awhile from the release
of her own tension.

When he had finished with her, his own climax was fulfilled, he pushed
her away from him like she was nothing more than a rag doll.

"That's how I treat your precious Gillian," he gloated. "Did you like
the show?"

"You pig," Duncan spat "You'll pay for this."

"No, I think you have it wrong. You'll pay for it, or Gillian will pay
for you just like she did today!"

Gillian lay sobbing, while the other man released her wrists. She rubbed
them where the red welts had grown and Wiles quickly dressed.

"You can untie him after we leave," Wiles warned her, "not before!"

It didn't take long for them to get their things together and leave the
apartment and Gillian hurriedly cut the ropes that were holding Duncan.
She threw her arms around his waist and sobbed, begging him to forgive
her.

"Take it easy," he consoled her. "there's nothing to forgive, it wasn't
your fault. I wish that you would have told me about the note, but I
know that you were trying to protect me."

"I'm so sorry," she choked. "So sorry!"

He picked her up and laid her on the bed and brought her a damp towel.

"I'll make us a drink, you relax and we can talk about it later."

He left the room, slamming his fists at everything in sight. He had
never felt so frustrated in his life, so helpless, but he couldn't allow
this to continue and ruin their lives.

He had to do something!

They discussed what they could do, and the only real solution was to go
to the authorities. They knew that it would be embarrassing for them,
but if Jessica and Andrew agreed. that was what they would do. Duncan
knew that it might be the end of his job, that there would be a scandal,
but maybe it could be kept quiet and he could continue to work there. If
the whole thing blew up, they could always move and find jobs in another
big city where no one know them.

They waited until the following week when Jessica returned from her
trip, and then the four of them got together at the flat one night.

"I think we should pay him and get the pictures back," Andrew said. "My
wife will divorce me if this comes out and I won't have a job or a penny
to my name. I think going to the police is too risky."

"But we can't go on paying him for the rest of our lives," Duncan
insisted, "and you know that he'll have other copies made so that he
will have it over our heads. We're not dealing with a logical, sane
person. you know that!"

"Maybe we could get something on him, something at one of those parties
he was talking about, then we'd be able to blackmail him," Jessica
suggested.

"That wouldn't be a bad idea, but what makes you think that he'd let you
into another one of his parties?" Duncan inquired.

"We'll I haven't answered his threatening note yet, he must know that
I've been out of town. So tomorrow, I could call him and ask him to come
to my flat. I want to talk to him, even pretend that I have the money."

"Yes, go on," Andrew said. "I don't think I'm going to like this, but it
may be our only way.

"Well, you know how he is. I could make a play for him then turn him
down. He'd get angry and then I could change my mind. I know that I
could get him into the bedroom with little or no trouble."

"I don't like it!" Andrew interjected. "You're asking for trouble,
Jessica."

"But it may be our only solution," she insisted. "It won't be easy for
me to let that horrible man touch me, but then one of you could be in
the closet with a camera and take the pictures that we'd need to
blackmail him. I'd keep my face turned away from the closet door so I
wouldn't be recognized, and here is our way out"

"It may work at that," Andrew said, "But are you sure you want to go
through with it, darling?"

"It's our only chance, we've got take it. I'll call him first thing in
the morning."

"I'll go to the office early," Andrew said, "then Duncan and I can sneak
into the apartment before Wiles arrives and hide. I'll go out and buy a
Polaroid this afternoon and plenty of film, so we'll be all set"

Gillian and Duncan went back to their flat and tried to sleep but there
was too much on their minds and they just tossed and turned during most
of the night.

The next morning, as promised, Jessica called Mr. Wiles and told him
that she was alone and she would like to see him.

"That's sensible," he told her. "You're a smart girl!"

"I just thought that maybe we could work something out," she told him.
"After all, I want to be reasonable."

He laughed and told her that he would be there by noon.

She was nervous as she paced up and down her flat waiting for the
doorbell to ring. She smoked one cigarette after the other and wished
that Andrew and Duncan would hurry up.

They arrived at the flat shortly after her call to Wiles and set
themselves up in the bedroom, checking to see if the cameras were set
and ready to go.

At twelve on the dot, her doorbell rang for the second time, and Jessica
forced a smile as she invited Tony Wiles in. She was wearing a loose
fitting robe that was nearly transparent, knowing that he would get what
she had in mind right away.

"Well, this is a surprise," he said, looking eagerly at her luscious
body.

"Just a minute," she said, as his hands went out to touch her, "We have
business to discuss!"

"So, we do. What did you have in mind?"

"You say you want money for those pictures you have. Well, I just
thought that we could arrange it so I could earn some of that money,
understand?"

She walked away from him, letting the sunlight stream in the back so
that she was sure he could see the outline of her naked body beneath the
robe.

"I'm sure that we could work something out," he chuckled. "You're so
clever, Jessica, I never would have thought of it!"

"Sure," she said sarcastically, but then checked herself.

"We could start right now," she taunted him. "I'm more than willing."
And she started to walk to the bedroom.

He grabbed for her and yanked at the thin silk of her robe, pulling it
down around her shoulders, revealing her fully rounded firm breasts.

"Oh, you are anxious," she teased him. "Well, I'll slip out of this
while you get undressed, it will be faster that way."

She took off her robe and went to the closet to hang it up, leaving the
door slightly open so that the men could see out Wiles was fumbling with
his shirt and trousers and she walked over to him and helped him with
his clothes, then fell backwards on the bed, licking her lips and
smiling invitingly.

"Come here," she cooed, "I want to feel a real man!"

"That was all the encouragement he needed, and he fell on top of her,
his huge penis already erect and pulsing against her leg. She rolled
over on her side so that her face would not show in the picture, and she
took his face in her hands and kissed him passionately.

"Play with me," he urged her. "Play with me."

He was like a child begging for a playmate, but she let her hands slowly
travel down his body until she could feel the veined hardness of his
huge prick. He lifted his hips so that she could feel all of it and he
leaned back and closed his eyes, revelling in his new found fortune and
letting his body take over.

Andrew stuck his head out from the closet and snapped the first picture.
Wiles didn't seem to hear the noise because Jessica was whispering lewd
and exciting things to him. His hands reached up and grabbed her breasts
and he buried his face in them, sucking greedily on her nipples. Snap,
the men took another picture!

Wiles was ecstatic, he had finally found a willing partner and as he
prodded and pushed her, making her contort into masochistic positions
while he fondled himself and her, Andrew and Duncan were able to take a
complete roll of film.

He was just about to mount her, his passion at its height, his hot,
thick prick poised to enter her, when Andrew snapped the last picture
and came out from the closet.

Duncan grabbed Wiles while Jessica ran to put something on and he held
him tightly, holding his arms in a hammerlock.

"Now we've got you," Andrew challenged, showing him just a few of the
photos he had taken. "How'd you like your wife to get some of these?
Wouldn't it blow the roof off your nice little home?"

Wiles was sweating and shaking, he hadn't planned on this, he didn't
think they would have the nerve to do the very thing he himself had
done. He didn't know what to say. his mouth was dry and his whole body
was trembling.

"Now you know how it feels" Andrew screamed, "You bloody little
bastard!" I want you to bring us every copy of your pictures, along with
the negatives, and we will burn them right here. You stay away from all
of us from now on."

"What about your pictures," he stammered, "what are you going to do with
them?"

"Nothing as long as you keep your end of the bargain. I'll keep them
where they'll be safe and won't use them, but if you ever so much as try
to see any one of us again, I'll use them, and I'll use them in the
right places!"

His voice was shaking with anger as he spoke and Wiles knew that he
didn't have a chance.

"I'll meet you back here this evening with the pictures and the
negatives. I promise, but please don't show these to my wife!"

It was almost ludicrous to see the man that had once been so sure of
himself, so threatening, frightened and trembling. He was afraid of his
wife! You couldn't really blame him for she probably would have had him
committed, which was where he belonged, but it wasn't up to them to be
judge and jury, all they wanted was their own rights, someone else could
take care of him.

Jessica glared at him with contempt as he hurriedly got dressed and ran
from the flat, then the three of them sat down and laughed nervously,
hardly able to believe that it was all over. Almost!

"I'd better call Gil and tell her that everything's fine. I know she's
worried," Duncan said.

Gillian agreed to come over to Jessica's flat after work rather than
going home

Later on, the two couples sat in Jessica's place for several hours,
drinking and talking and waiting for Wiles. Around eight o'clock, they
began to get, a little edgy, wondering what was keeping him. Surely he
wouldn't dare not to come back, he was too frightened and Andrew
promised that he would use these pictures against him if necessary.

Finally the doorbell rang and Wiles came in. He handed the pack of
pictures to Andrew, who checked to see if they were all there, as well
as the negatives. Satisfied, he lit a match to them and threw them in an
ashtray to burn to ashes.

"I'm warning you, Wiles, if this isn't the last of these, I'll use the
pictures I have. If you play it straight, nothing will happen."

"I can't live under that kind of pressure," he begged, "Please give me
the pictures now."

"Now you know how we felt," Duncan said, "It isn't very pleasant, is
it?"

"Please give them to me," he pleaded his voice choked.

"Maybe in a week or so, Wiles, but right now, they're staying locked in
a drawer. You know that we can't trust you!"

The man was almost in tears as he left the two couples standing there
glaring at him, but smiles of relief slowly appearing on their faces.

As they took leave of their friends, Duncan held Gillian by the hand and
walked with her out into the cool night air.

"We can't think about the past now," he comforted her with his arm
around her shoulders, "We have a bright future to look forward to, and
soon this will only be a bad memory. I can't expect any of us will ever
forget it, but we can't go on living and let it haunt our lives, it
wouldn't be fair."

Gil leaned her lovely head against his strong shoulder, feeling a long
forgotten warmth suffuse her with a delightful sensation of well-being.

"Let's go home, darling," she whispered tenderly, "I never thought I
would find happiness in a city as dreadful as London, and look, I love
you and it's becoming beautiful!"

Between smiles and tears. they kissed lingeringly, passionately. At
least, she had told him she loved him and everything was all right
again...

THE END