else, and wanted to be someone else. She needed him to
dominate her, to draw her sexuality and her fantasies out of
her.
She yelped
like a puppy as he pulled on her pubic hair. 'Why is your hair down
there so white, and yet the hair on your head is so black?' he
asked.
Her response
was quick. 'I dye it to match the wig I wear in my act. Black gown.
White wig. White pubic hair.'
'I see.'
He believed
her. She was glad of that, but she didn't want any more questions.
She could not afford to let him know the truth. She took the
advantage.
'So why were
you dressed as a woman?'
He laughed
against her shoulder. 'I dared Valeria to come out with me one
night dressed in nothing but her stockings and a coat.' He laughed
more loudly. 'I take my hat off to that woman. She loved doing
it.'
'Where did you
take her?'
'We went for a
drive in the country. Found a lovely old pub with thatched gables
and dark beams - you know the sort of place.'
Carmel nodded
as best she could. Such an effort made her breasts wobble like firm
jellies.
'We had a
drink, had a bar meal. Then we drove into the forest and I made her
take off her coat and fucked her over the bonnet of my car.' He
kissed her ear. 'Lovely, don't you think? Just imagine, the warmth
of the bonnet against her naked breasts and belly, and me plunging
into her from behind. And all by the light of the moon!'
Carmel
murmured a response, and mewed appreciatively as his fingers rolled
back the flesh of her pubic lips. The fingers of his other hand
probed between the cheeks of her behind.
'Then what?'
she asked, her buttocks wriggling against his exploring fingers and
a new climax rising between her pubic lips.
'Then,' he
said, after kissing her neck, 'I refused to give her back her coat.
I made her climb naked into the boot of my car.'
'Like a piece
of luggage.'
'That's what
she said too. Said I shouldn't treat women that way, that I had no
respect for them. I told her she was wrong, told her how much I
loved them, worshipped them, would do anything, be anything they
wanted me to be. So, put your money where your mouth is, she said.
Be a woman.'
'Good for
her.'
They laughed,
kissed, and talked more. He asked her if she made a habit of
picking up men at the Red Devil Club.
'Only if they
meet my very high standards,' she replied.
'So I'm
honoured?'
'Not really. I
thought you were a woman. Archie was trying to get me to go
upstairs with that man I left Valeria with. I did not wish to do
that. I thought I would be safe if I went off with another woman. I
went off with you on that understanding, and that alone.'
'Well, what a
surprise you got.'
'Yes,' she
said, and pressed her leg against his member which was now flaccid
and huddled against his thigh.
His lips then
his voice became warm against her ear. 'Tell me about them.'
'One of my
lovers?'
'Yes. It turns
me on.'
It was her
first instinct to say no, but his cock was still flaccid and she
had a few more hours to kill.
'There was one
in particular. He was American. I think he was in oil. Either that,
or he was a gangster.'
'Why do you
say that?'
She shrugged.
'Looked like one. He had a good body, nice face, but had a scar
down one cheek. Perhaps it was that that made me wonder. He was
staying at the Savoy. The suite was expensive. That night, I lay
between silk sheets.'
In the mean
light of the Railway Hotel, the man she was with cuddled closer.
She felt his penis hardening. He nibbled at her ear.
'How did he
take you?'
She told him
of how he had asked her to walk around the room as she undressed,
as though she were familiar with undressing in front of him. As
though watching her was a familiar habit.
He asked her
to sing as she did it. She had asked him what song. He had said any
- no - 'Move Over Darling' or 'Move Closer'. Either of those, he
said.
So she'd
obliged.
'Was it good
with him?'
'Yes,' she answered, remembering that it had been good. She
was also aware that this man lying next to her had hoped she