43 comments/ 56626 views/ 25 favorites Not as Smart as I Thought By: ericwilder44 Willie Beckman was not the smartest guy I ever met and I admit we were drinking when we came up with the plan to rob the Kingman Savings and Loan in downtown Medfield Alabama. In our whiskey induced euphoria, we figured it out where nothing could go wrong and nobody could get hurt. The problem was when we sobered up; it still seemed like a good plan. Willie and I had grown up next door to each other on Crews Road in Medford. Our two houses had looked exactly like, white frame with sagging porches and rusted gutters. The front yards were nothing but crab grass and weeds, although Willie's mother kept putting out azaleas near the front porch. They kept dying every year but Willie's mother never gave up. I guess everybody has to have a dream. Willie stole his first car when he was thirteen and went away to the reformatory near Huntsville for a while. I stumbled through my last few years of high school and went into the Army. I missed all the action, ending up as a clerk typist in a little supply depot in Ohio. Willie got out of the reformatory and worked for a while at a service station, and then got caught again as he tried to hold up a convenience store. He was old enough for jail and spent the next couple of years at a work camp. I got out of the military and got married. It only lasted a few months. It didn't seem like the marriage was going anywhere. She only liked missionary style. I went to work for Medford Mills and hated it. Willie got out of the work camp and came to stay with off and own. I lived in an old cabin on Lake Powers, with the back door just a few steps from the water. It was secluded enough and still close enough for me have an easy drive to work. Willie did odd jobs but mostly he drank. If we weren't working weekends, we were out in the woods hunting or fishing or drinking. I guess you could say we were the perfect example of rednecks. We drank too much, cursed too much, and avoided culture like the plague. If they were going to do a remake of the movie Deliverance, we would have been cast as the banjo players. It all changed in just one drunken evening. After our all night drinking bout, we had breakfast at Clyde's Café in Medford, heaping plates of fried eggs, grits, toast and bacon, and even Laura, the waitress in the short, tight white uniform, commented that we were awfully quiet for a change, and I think she was disappointed one of us didn't make a show of trying to grab her ass. "It could work," Willie said, as he sipped his coffee and shoveled a spoonful of grits into his mouth. "We could both go to jail," I said. Willie shrugged. "Jail's not so bad." "I don't want to go to jail," I said. "I'm tall, skinny and blond, and I'm not as good with my fists as you are. I don't want to end up as cellmate to some guy named Bubba who thinks I'm cute." "There's risk in everything," Willie pointed out. "You could get killed crossing the street." "But I'd still be a virgin," I said. "You're a virgin," Willie said, surprised. "I'm a virgin there," I said. "And I plan on staying that way." Willie nodded in comprehension. "Still, it's a good plan." "Damn good plan," I said. We went to work still thinking about the plan. I had a bad day. My supervisor was a guy named Clark Kent. I am not lying. People called him superman behind his back. He looked like he was still in high school, but he thought he was General Patton directing his tanks through North Africa. Why it is a little authority makes some people mean and small? The other issue he had with me was that he was married Laura, the cute little waitress at Clyde's Café and he knew I had been trying to get into her panties for some time. I think he was afraid I would eventually succeed. Anyway, he spent the day getting on my last nerve. I needed a drink when I got home. In fact, I needed a drink before I got home. I stopped at the Coyote Club and watched one of the two strippers take her clothes off while I nursed a large straight whiskey and started thinking about our plan again. Mary, the stripper, put her top and sequined panties back on and came down off the stage to sit with me. Mary is in her late forties and a little chubby with brown eyes and stringy hair. She used to be the cashier at the Medford Grocery Store but the owner of the Coyote Club offered her a larger salary plus tips to take her clothes off. Mary needed the money. She had a kid she was trying to raise by herself and times were hard. "Hello Kyle," Mary said, and put her hand on my thigh. I turned on my seat to smile at her. I actually liked Mary and at three in the morning, when I had enough whiskey, she started to look hot. I had taken her home a few times. Of course, the other stripper was a skinny, almost emaciated blond who was married to the owner of the Coyote Club and most of the time looked like she was sucking lemons while she stripped, and nobody wanted to take her home. Willie claimed he had fucked her once in the back seat of his car in the parking lot and she had chewed gum and talked about her favorite movie stars the entire time. Willie doesn't always tell the truth, but this time I think he was. "You don't have a lot of business today," I commented, looking around at the almost empty club. "It's been kind of slow for a couple of weeks," Mary said, shrugging. "If it keeps up like this, I'm going to have to go back to working at the grocery store." "It's that bad?" I asked. "There's a new club out on the expressway and it's taking a lot of our business, and I guess men get tired of looking at the same bodies all the time.' She giggled. "Hell, we're like wives to some of the guys around here, they've seen us so much." Her hand moved higher on my leg and tightened. "Look, Kyle, you don't have fifty bucks on you, do you? I'm kind of behind in the rent and I thought you might lend me a little." "I've got about enough to pay for the drinks," I said. "I'd give it to you if I did." She squeezed again. "I know you would. You want to go in the back for a little while." "For your specialty," I said. "For anything you like," Mary said, grinning. For a moment I had a little regret. Mary is not pretty and she has been knocked around and abused and used by men most of her life. What she needed was a man to tell her that she was valuable and special and she didn't need to do some guy just to get his approval. Okay, so I am a sorry bastard but a free blowjob offer doesn't come along every day. I settled into the chair in the small dressing room while Mary put a pillow down on the floor and got down on her knees. She had already taken off her top again and hung it on the dressing rack near the door. She kept her panties on and put on a short, terrycloth robe open down the front. She said it was a little chilly in the dressing room but that her tits were unencumbered if I wished to grab. She actually said unencumbered. Her chubby fingers unzipped my pants and I lifted up as she pulled down to my knees. My boxer shorts were next and my already hard cock popped up and slapped her in the face. She grinned at me and ran her pink tongue over the tip, making a low humming sound and then a sound of joy as she opened her mouth and took just the head inside. Mary believed her worth was in her blowjobs. It was her specialty. Her lips closed over my prick and her rough tongue licked at the tiny hole. She released me. She wrapped her fingers around the base and started licking the head furiously for a moment. She jerked me for a few times up and down until the first spot of cum appeared at the tip. She licked it away. "Good," she said. "You taste good." I knew it was a lie. She had admitted to me, in a moment of weakness that she really did not like to swallow. She did it because it pleased the men she was with. At the moment I didn't care. She was certainly pleasing me. She released me again and then lifted up so that her tits were hanging over my cock. She took careful hold of my cock and rubbed the prick against the fleshy globes on the inside of her tits until I was leaking again. Then she put my cock into the heated cocoon of her tits until just head appeared and she started licking the tip again. Damn, she was good at this. She dropped back down on the pillows and at the same time let my cock slide into her mouth all the way to my balls. Her deep throat was the best I'd ever felt and she held me there for a few moments, without gagging, before she drew her head back. I had enough. My balls were burning. I needed release. I stood up and grabbed her by the back of her head and I began to fuck her face in long, deep strokes. I was getting deeper in her throat but she still didn't gag and she didn't resist. She let me use her and I didn't hold anything back. I faced fucked her as hard as I could and she took everything I gave her. I groaned as I felt the first spurt shoot into her mouth and then I was flooding her mouth until some of it started leaking out of her lips. I heard her gag a little then as I pulled back and I heard her swallowing. I drew back more but she followed me with her lips, and took me inside her mouth deep again as she got the rest of my spurting juice and started cleaning me up with her tongue. "Oh yes, you sweet bitch," I moaned. She kept her mouth on me until she knew I was sated and then she asked softly, "Was it good. Was it really good?" "Oh hell yeah," I said. Her soft brown eyes were filled with gratitude at my crude compliments and I had another moment of regret. Mary was worth a lot more than to find herself constantly on her knees in the back room of a seedy strip club, trying to trade her oral talents for a man's approval. But hell, she was good at it and people should not waste their natural talents. Willie was at home by the time I got there and he had emptied out the last of her whiskey. I made myself some soup and poured it into the last clean mug I could find and went and sat with him on the couch. The television was on but neither of us was really watching it. "Hell," Willie said. "I'm tired of living this way." "Me too," I said. "We would need a driver. Both of us would have to go inside. We'd need a good car and a driver." "You know somebody?" I asked. "I talked to a friend of mine. He knows of someone." "It wouldn't hurt to talk," I said. Willie shrugged and pulled out his wallet. "I'll make the call. You run up to Hay's Market and get us a couple of bottles. It'll help the discussion along." "Okay, I agreed. I wasn't sure I wanted to do this, but things seemed to be moving along faster than I could control. I hated my job, my life, and the money from Kingman would give me a new start; if I didn't end up jail. I clenched my buttocks as I thought of going to prison. The thought terrified me. I got the whiskey but I had just about changed my mind by the time I got back to the house. Willie had made his phone call but the friend was back in jail and we were back to square one. The problem with our plan was time. If we did it, it had to be done on the following Thursday. There was going to be a state wide law convention in Birmingham on Thursday and the police force in Medford was going to on consist of two cars. There would also be a shortage of state patrol cars on the highway. It was a simple plan. We weren't going to try and hide. We would rob the loan office, and then drive like hell for the highway, but then we would turn around and slip onto one of the dirt roads going into the backwoods. The cops would think we were miles away but we would hide at my cabin until the heat was off. Then we would split the money and start our new lives. What could possibly go wrong? Except we didn't have a driver and by Tuesday of the following week, we still didn't have one. Willie suggested putting an advertisement for a get-away driver in the Medford Tribune. I didn't think he was serious. I hoped he wasn't. I was surprised when I came home on Wednesday to find my chubby friend Mary from the strip club sitting on our couch sipping whiskey and laughing with Willie. "Mary is going to be our driver," Willie said. "Have you lost your fucking mind?" I snarled at Willie. Willie looked hurt. "No, really, it's a good idea. Mary's brother used to drive stock cars." "Mary's brother used to drive stock cars," I said incredulously. "Yeah, it makes her perfect. She knows about cars. Look, the plan will work. At 10:15, we make the call that a terrible fire is at the old warehouse on Pine Street. And maybe we'll throw in some screaming and guns being fired or something. Both police cars will go that way. At 10:30 we'll pull up in front of Kingman, run inside and get the money while Mary waits and then she drives us away. Simple." "You're out of your fucking mind," I said. "I need to do this, Kyle," Mary said softly. "I want to get away from this place too." I looked at Willie and back to Mary and to Willie again and I shook my head. I knew it was stupid. I could almost feel Bubba breathing on the back of my neck, but it was my last chance to escape Medford. "We're all going to jail," I said. In celebration we finished off a bottle and Mary gave us both her specialty although I really didn't enjoy it as much as I could have as I worried about jail. It didn't seem to trouble Willie but then I was starting to think my friend Willie didn't have all his oars in the water. The next day found us all sitting in a car Willie had stolen and hotwired. We were in the middle of the parking lot of Medford Market. In the floor we had our ski masks and a couple of shotguns and we were ready. "What's jail like?" I asked Willie. "Hey, don't worry about it," Willie said. "It's going to be fine." I nodded glumly. "I guess it might not be so bad. We might not end up in jail. We might get killed instead." "Now that's a positive attitude," Willie said. I made the call. In a few moments we heard the sirens. We were actually watching the street when both of Medford's police cars went rushing by with lights flashing. Medford was kind of a boring town most of the time, and I suppose the police officers were itchy with excitement as they rushed toward the other side of town where there was supposed to be a fire, shooting, and a terrible traffic accident involving a school bus. I had added the school bus at the last moment. I really wanted the police to be far away. "Okay," Willie said. "This is it. It's going to be perfect." The Kingman Savings and Loan faced Main Street but we had decided to go in the side door. Mary eased the car into the fire lane at the front of the door and we jumped out with our stocking masks and shotguns. Willie's masks had slipped over in front of his eyes and as he tried to pull it back, he tripped on the curb and fell. His finger was on the trigger of the shotgun and it blew a big hole in the glass in the side door of Kingman Savings. At the sound the shot Mary took off, tires screeching on the pavement. She lost control the stolen ford and it careered across Main Street crashing into an old truck parked in front of the hardware store. She backed out and took off again, this time disappearing in the direction of the highway and leaving us staring after her in frustration. Panic set in. We ran through the alley between the hardware store and an antique store and out into a small parking area behind. Willie had dropped his shotgun but I was still holding mine and it was pointed at the man who was standing near an open door of a dark blue Lexus. His hands went up immediately and he turned almost completely white. "Don't shoot," he said, "don't shoot. Oh, please don't shoot me." "Shut up," I said. "Nobody's going to shoot you." I didn't recognize the man but I damn sure recognized the woman who was at the passenger side of the car. She was tall and lushly formed, with thick red hair and bright green eyes. She wore a yellow blouse and a dark skirt and heels and hose. I knew her name was Alexis Kingman, and I had admired her from afar for many years. Hell, I had lusted after her from afar. Her husband owned Kingman Savings and the Medford Mills where I worked, and pretty much everything around for hundreds of miles. She was the kind of classy woman men like me dreamed about. "He won't shoot you if you do what he says, Paul," Alexis Kingman said. "I can tell these are dangerous men. I suppose you're kidnapping me." "Kidnapping," I said stupidly. "Nobody's kidnapping..." "We're taking the car," Willie said. I was still confused about what Alexis said about kidnapping when Willie grabbed the keys from Paul and pushed him away. I rushed around to the passenger side and Alexis Kingman got into the car and into the back seat. I looked at the man named Paul, who was still whimpering and holding his hands up, and I shrugged. I got in the passenger side and Willie took off. Willie's mask had gotten crooked again and he pulled it with his hands. "You might as well take it off, Willie," Alexis said. "You can't see to drive and it's going to be pretty obvious if a cop sees you driving my friend's Lexus in a stocking mask." Willie peeled his mask off. I didn't bother trying to hide my face. I already figured out if she had recognized Willie then she had also recognized me. I pulled the mask off and dropped it into the floor. "Nothing can go wrong, huh," I said to Willie. "We had the perfect plan. I wish you'd shot me when you tripped." "It can't be that bad," Alexis said. "Oh no. We got no money, our driver is running around town in a stolen car, and they are soon going to be looking for us for kidnapping. Things couldn't be worse." "You two aren't very good crooks, are you?" Alexis pointed out. "Hell, I didn't want to kidnap you," I said. "I know," she said. "It was just a lucky break for all of us." I turned and looked at the woman in the back seat. She was smiling. I caught the faint scent of expensive perfume and I saw her tug at the hem of her skirt and I was immediately hard. It was embarrassing and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I think she was aware of the effect she had on me and the smile went to her eyes. I realized what she had said and said, in confusion, "how can it be a lucky break for all of us?" She shrugged. "You wanted money. I'm worth a lot of money." "You mean you want us to hold you for ransom," I said. "We'll discuss that later. Let's get the immediate problem worked out. You said you had a driver running around town in a stolen car." "Mary," I said. "Let's find her quickly," Alexis said. "She knows who the two of you are and we have to stop her from saying anything to the police." "The crazy bitch would have probably driven up to the cabin," Willie said. "We were going to hide out there until everything calmed down." And that was exactly where she was. She had not followed our plan by driving to the highway and then turning on one of the dirt roads and back tracking. Instead she had driven straight to the cabin. She was still sitting in the car, her hands gripping the steering wheel, her face pale. We had to pry her fingers off the steering wheel and we had to hold her up to get her inside the cabin. She sank down on the couch, still trembling with fear and I poured her a whiskey. Alexis took a tour of the cabin and returned, her pretty nose wrinkling in disgust. "Okay, the first thing is getting this cabin cleaned up. I want it spic and span. I will not live in a pig sty." "Now wait a fucking minute," Willie said. "Nobody died and put you in charge. Now maybe we'll have a little whiskey and a little fun and then we'll talk about you cleaning up." I never saw her move. I never even saw where the gun came from. I only caught a glimpse of silver and then the crash of the pistol as she shot my friend Willie in the foot. Not as Smart as I Thought It was only a flesh wound but nobody would have known it from the way Willie cried and complained. Mary wrapped up his toe with bandages and threw away his bloody shoe. I sat quietly. I didn't want trouble from this woman. I had thought of her as some sort of ice Princess, fragile, beautiful and unavailable but now I had another vision of her...dangerous like cat woman in the Batman comic books. I bet she would look good in leather. I licked my suddenly dry lips. "I want this place cleaned," she said. And this time there was no argument. We cleaned the cabin from top to bottom and then cleaned it again. I started to protest when she got rid of every bottle of booze by pouring it down the sink, but one look at those glittering green eyes and I thought she might start shooting again, and I kept my mouth shut. I was exhausted, sweaty and I needed a drink by the time we were done. Willie was in pain. Mary seemed to be the only one who had easily accepted her tasks. She cooked dinner, such as it was and we sat on the couch afterwards with Alexis facing us. We were like three school children who had been sent to the Principal's office. "My foot hurts," Willie complained. "You're lucky she didn't shoot your dick off, "I said, and I saw Alexis raise an eyebrow and I quickly apologized for my bad language. "There are some things we need to do," Alexis said. "By now my kidnapping has been on the radio and the television so I can't be seen. The three of you have to make sure you stick to your normal routine. Tomorrow you'll all go to work and I'll have a grocery list, Mary, for you to pick up some things after work. The cupboard is bare." "I don't understand what's going on," Mary said. "It's very simple. I'm going to make us all a lot of money and with no chance of any of you ever going to jail for it. I need a place to hide away for a while so that I can make some things happen. We'll make a ransom demand but my husband would never pay a dime to have me back." "Then he's a stupid bastard," I said. "I'll excuse the language, this time," she said, but with a threat of warning in her tone. "Because it's a sweet thing to say. But it's not true, really. My husband is a very smart man and we're all going to have to be very careful if we're going to outsmart him. You will all need to follow my directions to the letter. "I don't take orders from no woman," Willie said. "You will, Willie," I found myself saying vehemently. "You will, because she's smart and she knows what she's doing and it's the only chance you have of ever making any money. You'll end up in jail or dead and you'll take me with you." I saw the reluctance in Willie's eyes but he finally nodded because down deep he knew he had no other choice. I went back to work the next day. The town was buzzing with the news of the attempted robbery and the kidnapping of Alexis Kingman. The state investigative agency was all over town asking questions. There were several eyewitness descriptions of the robbers and kidnappers but none of them matched us. The best one I heard was of five midgets and they believed it might have been circus people involved. I wanted a drink really badly by that afternoon but I stayed away from the bottle and I picked Mary up at the strip club and we went shopping for groceries. I felt almost domestic as we picked up the items on Alexis's grocery list. At the car we were stopped by one of the state investigations who had questions. Mostly he asked if we had seen anyone matching the eyewitness's descriptions, even the midgets. We were unable to help him. Also on Alexis's list were some clothing and personal items but she directed us to drive to a store in another town to buy them. Mary bought the clothes I asked her where all the money was coming from and Mary said Alexis had given it to her. I wondered how much cash Alexis walked around with. We were late getting back to the cabin. Willie had not shown up yet. Mary cooked a nice roast and peas and corn and it was one of the best meals I had eaten in a while. We were just finishing up when Willie arrived. It was obvious he was drinking. He staggered as he came through the door and his breath smelled of whiskey. "Did you save me any fucking food," Willie said and I cringed. Alexis was surprisingly calm. I thought she was going to shoot his balls off but instead she smiled. She shook her head like one of those gorgeous models on television having her picture made on the beach and a sudden mental image of Alexis in a bikini made me catch my breath. I was also hard again. I was like a teenage boy with overactive hormones where Alexis was concerned. "Come here, Willie," Alexis said sweetly. "Of course we saved you something." And stupid Willie went to her, grinning like he had won the prize and Alexis did some kind of karate move still sitting at the table and suddenly Willie was flat on his back and Alexis had a sharp blade at his throat, the knife she had been using to cut her roast. "Not your face," she said and Alexis put the knife between Willie's legs and I heard him gasp in terror. I think he had gotten sober too. She looked at Mary. "Get my purse." Mary got her purse and Alexis took a roll of bills out of it that would have choked the proverbial horse. She peeled the top stack of 100 dollars off the roll and stuck them into Willie's pocket. "Here's the deal, Willie," she said. "Through door number one you get your penis sliced and a bullet in your head and we bury you in the back swamp. Through door number two you take this thousand dollars and I never, ever see you again or hear of you again. Now which will it be?" "The money," Willie croaked. "Very good choice," she said. "You're not as dumb as you look." She leaned over and whispered something in his ear and I saw Willie's eyes pop open wide and I knew I had never seen anyone more scared that he was at that moment. Willie took the money and left without looking at his again. I heard his old truck cranking up. "He'll get drunk and he'll talk," I said. "No, he won't," Alexis said. "He's on his way to Florida and he won't come back this way. I mentioned a mutual acquaintance of ours, a man Willie does not want to ever meet again. He won't be back..." Alexis looked at me for a long time, and then she smiled again. "Is that for me?" she said, and I realized I was still showing hard in my jeans. I felt like I was blushing but I hadn't blushed since I was a kid. "I like you, Kyle," Alexis said. "And we need to talk. But first take Mary in the back bedroom and take care of that. I don't want to be staring at it for the rest of the evening." I think she knew she was tearing my heart out. Alexis had changed into a pair of jeans and a white pullover shirt Mary had bought for her and she was not wearing a bra. I could see the points of her nipples. I wanted her so badly. I would have eaten her until she screamed for mercy. But by sending me into the bedroom with Mary, she was telling me I had no chance. Still, I needed some. I went into the bedroom and Mary wasted no time getting her clothes off. I stretched out on the bed with my hands behind my head while Mary undressed me. I fantasized it was Alexis and I was harder than I had ever. I pulled Mary into the bed and kissed and mauled her tits and she moved underneath me and I put my leg over her. She gasped as I thrust into her. It was very damn quick. I fucked her like a battering ram, making her grunt with either pain or passion each time I rammed into her. I couldn't see to get deep enough. I bit on her titties, not enough to be painful but just enough to satisfy the sudden craving to savage her. She gave a sharp gasp before I was finished and then I was filling her insides with more cum than I ever shot before. It just kept coming. It took us a while before we both calmed down. I looked at the clock and it had been less than ten minutes. I felt depressed. Mary had satisfied my immediate need, but it still somehow not as satisfying as it could have been. Alexis had cleaned up the supper plates and reset the dining room table and she was watching some old situation comedy on television. The only movies I had were VCR movies with lurid titles and the VCR player was broken. However, she had found my collection of books and she was looking through a well-worn copy of one of my favorite poets. She looked up at me in amusement. "Minute man," she said grinning and it pissed me off. "Sometime I can go for hours," I said angrily. She patted the couch next to her and smiled. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I was joking. Come and sit." I settled next to her on the couch. She showed me the poem she was looking at and she closed the book. "Quote it for me," she said, and I found myself reciting the poem easily. I had read it enough times. It was a long poem. Mary said, "Gosh" when I was finished but Alexis only nodded. "There's a lot more to you, Kyle Williams that meets the eye. Do you know anything about computers?" "A little," I admitted. "I worked with them in the Army." "Good. Tomorrow is Saturday. I want you to go to Huntsville and buy a really nice laptop computer. You'll also have to go by the phone place and get one of those contracts for the internet. They'll give you an internet connection thingy bob." "A thingy bob," I repeated. "Yes, one of those where you can connect. I have some things to do on the Internet. In the meantime Mary and I are going to go see someone I know who can be trusted to keep his mouth shut." "What are you planning to do?" I asked. "My husband has been having his own way for years. I was just a girl when I married him and I didn't know any better. He's arrogant, vain and abusive and has been for many years. He's also smarter than a fox about things. I know he's been with other women but I've never been able to prove it. I also know that he has stolen money from his companies, and the Government but he has a dozen accountants hiding things for him. I'm going to bring things out in the open..." "You're setting him up," I said. She nodded her head. "You might call it entrapment if the police did it, but all I'm going to do is give him the opportunity to lie and cheat and steal. If he chooses not to do those things, he'll be fine. I've had the plan for some time but I couldn't just leave him because he'd be looking for me and he's suspicious. Now he thinks I'm kidnapped, maybe dead already, so he won't be as suspicious. Maybe I'll be able to fool him with your help. Will you help me? There will be a really nice reward for you in the end." I think she knew I would have done it anyway, even without the reward. I know it was stupid but I was already half in love with her. She wasn't surprised when I said yes. "You too, Mary," Alexis said. "How can I help?" Mary asked. "I don't know anything about computers." "Oh, you're going to be a big help," Alexis said. "And I promise you this. Help me and you'll never have to take your clothes off again for money." I took Mary home because Alexis thought we should appear to be as normal as possible. I thought about stopping to get a drink but instead I drove back. Alexis was already sleeping in the bedroom Willie had once used. I stood outside her bedroom for a long time, wondering if she had the gun by her bedside table. I expected she did. Of course I wouldn't have gone into her room without her asking me, but the thought of that little pistol was enough to keep even the fleeting temptation away. The next morning she woke me up before daylight and we had some kind of health food cereal that was chewy as hell and then she said we were going out for exercise. "You need to work a little of that whiskey out of your system if you're going to be of any help," she said. "You need to get your brain cells revitalized." She wore blue shorts and a halter top. No bra. Looking at her, I already felt revitalized. She saw the hunger in my eyes and laughed. "Down, Tiger. Exercise will do you good." I didn't want to exercise. It was like the fucking Army all over again. I followed her up and down hills until I was breathing like a rhino and she was barely catching her breath. The site of her churning buttocks in those shorts had me hard all the time. By the time I got back to the cabin, my knees felt rubbery. "Now you shower and go find my computer," she said. "We've got lots of work to do." I spent the next day looking at computers and setting up an Internet contract. It was while I was having a quick lunch at a taco place, I saw Wallace Kingman on the television. He looked like he had lost his last friend and he was begging for the return of his wife. He said all the right things with just the right catch in his voice, but it wasn't believable. He was a trim, good looking man with thick black hair and he had good teeth. My mother always said good teeth were a sign of good health. He looked very healthy. And very rich. I had another surprise waiting for me when I got back to the cabin. There was a stranger in the living room but after one look, I realized it wasn't a stranger. It was Mary. Her hair was blond and she wore this outfit that made her look ten years younger with an almost girlish innocence. She wore just the right amount of lipstick and the same expensive scent that Alexis wore. "She cleans up well," Alexis said, noting my astonishment. I realized there had been a lot of work put in to making her look like a chubby little pink-cheeked, girl. Of course she would never pass as a child but there was something very lewd and enticing about the look. "She is now my husband's type," Alexis explained. I drove Mary to the club that night. I had my instructions and I left the whiskey alone and nursed on couple of beers for the night. Alexis wanted the reaction to Mary's new act. I don't know how she got so much training in one afternoon but suddenly there was a different Mary on stage. She was Daddy's little girl. It was kind of sick and twisted, really, but it also really hot to watch the innocent little daughter strip down to her panties. Several of the customers wanted to take Mary home and she got more tips than she'd ever made, but Mary also had her instructions. I drove her back to her apartment. On the way I couldn't help squeezing her knee or brushing my hand against one of her tits. In the parking space in front of her building I couldn't stand it anymore and I unzipped and fished out my cock. "Come on, Mary, I need your specialty," I said. Mary looked at me, shook her head, and got out of the car. I couldn't believe it as I watched her walk up the steps. She turned around and gave me a little wave before she went into her apartment and I was left, literally, with my cock hanging out. I drove back to my cabin in an ugly mood. Mary had never turned me down before. My life was getting really strange. Alexis had the computer set up in the living room and only the kitchen light was on. She had showered and was in some sort of Asian pajama thing. Again she wasn't wearing a bra. My heart was pounding as I sat on the couch. This time she had the scent of soap instead of expensive perfume but it was just as sweet and arousing. "How did Mary's act go," Alexis said. "She had every man in the room going nuts," I said. "Including you," she said. Alexis ran her hand through my hair. "Poor thing. I guess Mary turned you down. I'm afraid she won't be available to you anymore." "You told her to turn me down," I said, accusing. "I told her to turn everyone down," Alexis said. "She is going to get the quite the reputation in just a few days. My husband will hear about her. She's not going to turn my husband down. She's going to use her specialty on him and he'll be brain dead for a while.' I moved closer to Alexis and put my hand on her leg. She gave me a half amused, half feral glance. I quickly removed my hand. "Easy, tiger," she said. "I have some things to teach you." The things she taught me were all computer stuff. She was good with computers but amazingly we both found out quickly that I had a gift for them. I had never known it before. I knew some of the basics but I never used a really expensive computer, and I had never really felt any passion for them. We stayed up late into the night doing stuff on a computer that I never thought possible. Around three in the morning she yawned and laughed, but there was a new appreciation for me in her eyes. "I knew there was more to you than met the eye," she said. "I think you can be big help to me with this." "I see what you're doing," I said. "It's kind of funny. You've moving his money around to a lot of different accounts and then taking a little bit each time and putting it into another special account. It's like a maze and you have to know all the secrets to find your way through." "And you're learning all my secrets," she said. "I want to know your secrets," I said. She leaned over and kissed me. It was the sweetest, most energizing kiss I had ever known. The tip of her tongue brushed my lips and she drew back. I had never such a surge of desire for anyone. I was trembling. I wanted to tear her clothes off and ravish her. Somehow I held back. Okay, I admit the thought of the pistol was still in the back of my mind. "You may learn them yet," she said. The days that passed were a blur. I took Mary each night to the club and each night her act got more seductive and each night I took her back home with my balls turning blue. At home Alexis fed me health foods and exercised the hell out of me. I started seeing the world in less of a blurry fashion. I hadn't realized how much booze I had been consuming. In Huntsville I found a guy who knew about cameras and convinced him that my girlfriend and I loved to tape ourselves and I spent a bit of Alexis's currency to put hidden cameras in every room of Mary's apartment. Each night I worked into the morning hours on the computer. I got no more sweet kisses. Alexis was a slave driver, but pretty soon I had gone beyond her knowledge and I was doing things that felt instinctive to me. I never understood how I knew some of the things I did, but I knew. And between us we created a Hodge pole of accounts, and misinformation and mazes of money that I think it would have taken investigators years to ferret out, even if they knew where to start looking. Exactly two weeks later Wallace Kingman walked into the club. He had been on the television again that afternoon making an appeal for the return of his wife, but he didn't look much like he was missing Alexis as he sat down on the front row. He liked Mary's show. Hell, he loved Mary's show. At the end of the show I saw him take her by the elbow and walk her past me out the door, Mary winked at me as she left. I felt suddenly black and unhappy. I shouldn't have been. The plan was coming together. I was tired of it, tired of the whole thing and actually feeling sorry for Mary having to service a creep like Wallace Kingman. But then I thought that Alexis was his wife and had been in his bed for many years and had probably had her mouth on his cock. I felt sick all over. The next drink I ordered was a whiskey straight and then another and I appreciated the hot, sticky buzz in the back of my head. I watched the second act, the skinny, almost emaciated blond wife of the club owner, looking bored as she danced with the pole, and the place emptied out quickly. I had another drink and then I left. The sense of loss and depression still tugged at me and I thought it had been two weeks of good healthy vegetables and boiled chicken and a fatty steak sandwich and some greasy fries might cheer me up. I drove over to Clyde's Café. Not as Smart as I Thought The place was nearly empty and getting ready to close. The plump and cute little blond waitress, Laura took my order. I had been flirting with Laura ever since I came back from the Army. She was married to a guy who traveled and both Willie and I had offered to take care of her lonely nights. She had refused by sweetly and now and then she came close enough to cop a feel off her. She didn't seem to mind. I was surprised when she brought my order back and sat down at my table. "I haven't seen you around lately, Kyle," she said. "You or Willie." "I've been working a lot," I said. "And Willie got tired of Alabama and he moved to Florida." "I know how somebody could get tired of this place," she said. I ate my food and she stayed at my table and we talked for a while. She had been about three years behind me at Medford High but we still knew some of the same teachers and such. She talked about her husband, and being lonely. My cock started to take notice. No other customers came in and the cook, a tall, lanky black woman named Belle, said she was gone and Laura said she would close up. I knew Laura's small, brick house was only walking distance from the café and she closed up by herself a lot of nights. I paid for my meal and offered to wait until she closed up and I could walk her home. Her big blue eyes looked suspicious and sad but then she shrugged her shoulders. "Yes, maybe you should. Clark won't be home until tomorrow." I didn't waste any time. It was dark outside except for a few streetlamps. I put my arm around her as we walked. I let my hand slip down to cup her asscheeks and she pulled it back up to her waist. I did it again and she pulled it back. The third time she let my hand stay. Half way to her house I turned her and kissed her. She tasted good and I put my tongue in her mouth. She let me kiss her for a long time before she pushed me away. "This isn't right," she said, her eyes welling up with tears. "I'm a married woman." I probably would have stopped then but even as she was saying the words, she was pulling me close again and her mouth was hot and hungry. I could taste her salty tears but I could also taste her tongue cramming into my mouth and I could feel her heavy tits pressing against my chest. I pulled her tight against me so she could feel my stiff prick. She pushed me away again but her face was hotly flushed. "You want to fuck me here," she said, "right here on the ground. Or would you rather fuck me in my husband's bed?" I don't know what hubby had done to make her hubby mad but it didn't matter. I was ready to fuck her anywhere. She decided on the bed and we rushed to her house and starting losing clothes as soon as we got through the front door. She had a good shapely body, curvy in all the right places and only a little plump. I didn't mind the plumpness of her tits as I started squeezing them. We found the bedroom and by then we were both completely naked and my cock was as painfully stiff. I thought of her husband, good old Clark Kent, and how this time she was going to find out what a man of steel really felt like. The thought made me grin, and I wondered how much of my excitement was coming from just the thought of fucking the wife of the little twerp asshole who had made my life so miserable for so long. I also wanted her to remember me for a long time. My temptation was to push her back and cram my cock into her but instead I pushed her back and went down on my knees in between her legs. My former wife had believed that sex should be done in the missionary style with the lights off but there was one thing she thought was really dirty, and yet she never turned down. Maybe she pretended it wasn't happening but she sure enjoyed the hell out of me going down on her. She never returned the favor. I don't know if good old Clark had been giving his wife any tongue action, but Laura went a little nuts when my tongue moved up the inner part of her thigh and then into the thick, blond curly hairs of her bush. A lot of men like the new look of women with trimmed pussy's but I have always been partial to a little hair. And Laura's was just perfect. Her scent was sweet and I pushed my tongue into her plump lips and tasted her for the first time. She went nuts. Her voice lifted in a halleluiah chorus that could have been heard at the nearby churches and she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face into her moistness and I just went along for the ride. I could have eaten her with more finesse but instead it was like she fucked my tongue with her pussy. Her tangy juices flooded my mouth and I swallowed and sucked for more and the first orgasm shook her body like the erupting of a volcano and then a smaller one that at least left her breathless. I thought if she screamed anymore, the National Guard would think there was a terrorist attack going on. She released the death grip on my head and I swallowed a few times and took a few breaths and then stood up. Her eyes were dazed as she looked at me and she made no objection as I rolled her over on her stomach and lifted her ass so that I could slide my cock deep into her. I liked it doing it doggie and I especially liked doing Clark Kent's wife doggie style. Okay, sometimes I like my sex a little kinky and I learned over and told her to bark for me, baby, and Laura immediately began making little yapping sounds like a French poodle in heat. I took my time. I stroked her deep and pulled back and then stroked her deep again, settling into a rhythm that felt so damned good. All the time Laura was yapping like my personal little doggie bitch. "Yeah, Clark Kent," I moaned. "Yeah, I got your wife barking like a dog." I knew I would feel some guilt later but right now I was caught up in the moment. I was getting sexual satisfaction as well as revenge on Superman and Laura didn't seem to be minding it too terribly bad. In fact, in between the yelping and the shaking, I felt her have another small orgasm and then I couldn't hold back anymore and I was shooting my cream into her hot, wet fuck-hole. I stayed still for a moment, relishing the sweetness of her pussy and then I stepped back. Laura surprised me by getting down on her knees and taking my cock into her mouth. A lot of women would never dream of doing that because they are, in essence, sucking their own juice but Laura seemed to be going along with the idea of humiliating her husband. She got me cleaned up but she didn't stop there. She was a pretty good cock sucker and I was thinking that I might just be able to come in her mouth if she kept it up. Of course I should have remembered the song and if tugging on Superman's cape was a bad idea, fucking his wife was a terrible one. The first warning of anything being wrong was the loud, insane screaming. The second warning was when Clark Kent hit me with both hands in the small of my back like a football defensive end trying to make a quarterback see stars. Lucky for me Laura had seen him coming through the bedroom door and had pulled her head back, releasing my cock, or I might have lost something really valuable when I went spinning across the bed and into the floor on the other side. Then Clark Kent started kicking me or trying too but I was tangled up in bed clothes and Laura was on his back, trying to pull him away. There was a lot of yelling. I finally got out of the bed clothes and I popped him once in the nose and there was a gush of blood and he sat down on the floor, holding his nose and crying. He was actually crying. He was so skinny and youthful looking, I was reminded of a little boy who had his toys taking away. I felt bad for him. "You're fired," he whispered, through his now stuffed up nose. "You can't fire me for fucking your wife," I said. "You assaulted me," he said. "I'm your supervisor and you assaulted me." "You assaulted me first," I said. It really was a stupid conversation but there aren't really many intelligent things anybody can say when a man comes home and finds his wife sucking the cock of another man. I mean, it's not like she can deny it. "Honey, we are just friends," just doesn't sound plausible with the two of you naked and in the master bedroom. And it seemed a little less than sincere to apologize after making his wife bark like a dog. Still, I felt bad about it as I made my way out of the bedroom, picking up my clothes and escaping out the front door. I still didn't go back to my cabin. I wasn't ready to face Alexis. Instead I drove to Medford Alabama's only all night package store. It's a small brick building with a tin roof on a dirt road a few miles off the highway. Whiskey is sold in pint bottles with no labels. I sat in the parking lot of the Medford grocery store, across the street from Kingman Savings and Loan, in almost exactly the same spot we had been two weeks before as we got ready for the plan that couldn't go wrong, and I drank my whiskey and thought of Alexis. I had never known a woman like her. She was so beautiful and so smart; she made me feel a little inadequate. When we finished this, she was going to be rich and with her choice of handsome intelligent men, men of her social equality. There was not much chance for a redneck boy like me. I was angry, drunk and feeling ashamed when I finally got back to the cabin. I had trouble getting my key in the lock and finally Alexis opened it from the inside. She looked like she had just opened her eyes... Her big eyes were puffy with sleep as her lips. I wanted to kiss those lips. "You're drunk," she said. "I sure as hell am," I said. "What are you going to do? Shoot me?" My belligerence seemed to fade under the soft mockery of her eyes. "No, I won't shoot you. Not this time." She took my arm and pulled me into the cabin. The heat of her fingers seared me. I was aware of her body underneath her thin gown and robe. It made me feel weak. She guided me into my bedroom and knelt and took off my shoes and socks. "I'm going to let you do the rest yourself," she said, standing up. "I'm sorry, Kyle." I was confused. "What are you sorry about?" "You didn't like what I had Mary do, did you," she said. "I guess you really are a nice guy deep down." "No, I'm not," I said bitterly. "I'm Kryptonite.' It was her turn to be confused. "I don't understand." "I fucked up superman," I said. She shook her head. "You still need to watch that language. I might shoot you for that." The next morning it was as if none of it had happened. We had the healthy cereal and we went for a run and then Mary called. She and Alexis talked for a while. I thought about not going to work but then I figured if I was really was fired, I would find out. I really was fired. At the mill I was called into the director's office. Clark Kent was already there with a bandage on his nose. The director told me I was a sorry excuse for an individual and attacking Clark Kent in the parking lot after work was inexcusable. He threatened criminal charges. I thought about telling the director what really had happened but I didn't figure it would help me and I had done enough damage to Clark Kent. So I was out of work and out of money and in love with a woman I couldn't have and just when I thought things couldn't get worse, I turned on my truck radio and discovered that Alexis Kingman had been found. There was a brief radio bit of her speaking to police and explaining how she had escaped her captors. The description she gave of the men who kidnapped her could have been anybody, even the midgets. I went to a nearby restaurant where they had televisions and I watched the news and there she was, beautiful, but in disarray, the same dirty clothes she had worn the day of her kidnapping. Her husband stood by her side, his possessive hand on her shoulder, a sickly grin on his face. I couldn't watch anymore. I went home. There was no note for me. A fire had been in a big drum out back. I picked through and found a few pieces of clothing, the stuff we had bought for her. I went back into the house. The computer had gone. I would bet she had walked out to the lake and tossed it. There was no trace of her ever having been there. I thought about going out and getting a couple of bottles but something held me back. I had seen a little of how the better half lived and I didn't want to go back to being drunk for most of my day. A few days passed as I looked at work and then it all came together in the newspapers on the television. The divorce was ugly, with Alexis Kingman walking with a ton of money and assets and rumors of videos circulating of Wallace Kingman doing unmentionable things with some young woman. Then the things we had done on the computer kicked in and the Government came down on Kingman and he was no longer as concerned about his divorce as keeping his ass out of jail. He managed it barely but Alexis ended up a very rich and powerful woman. In September they closed the Coyote Club and I found out Mary had come into some money and moved out of town. I found a job at a Medford Market stacking cans but I also used my GI Bill to take a college course in programming computers. I was really very good at it. I can't explain why but I had a gift. The college actually offered me a teaching job when I graduated the course but instead I took a job in Birmingham working for a software firm. I gave up the rented cabin and moved in an apartment complex with swimming pool and wall to wall girls. There were women in and out of my life but no married ones. I had made a firm commitment there would be no more married women in my life. Married women meant complications and also because I couldn't get the look in Clark Kent's eyes out of my mind. It had been pitiful. I didn't ever want to see another look like that betrayed and hurt. I also realized slowly that I had been angry for a long time, mostly about the direction of my life and that the bad foods and whiskey hadn't helped. I started running every morning, and doing regular workouts. I got promoted at work but then I had the bright idea of starting my own business. Only a few months before I would never had the courage but I went out on my own and ended up with a nicely profitable business and three employees working for me. I was also getting better at relationships. I still could not find anyone who compared with Alexis but I had some nice times with some very nice young ladies. In October of the year after we had mistakenly kidnapped Alexis, I went to Europe. I was making good money then, more than I would have ever dreamed. I did the concert tours, visited the museums, saw the Louvre in Paris, walked along the river Seine and discovered that people were mostly the same, and there were rednecks everywhere. I was just a little disappointed in the French girls. I thought that the idea of frenching came from France, but they were no better at it than American girls. I met Mary again in Springfield Texas. I was traveling and she was sitting in a restaurant and at first I couldn't believe it was her. She had lost thirty pounds. Her hair was a soft brown. Even her eyes seemed a different color. She smiled at me and I sat with her and we talked for a while. It was a very different Mary but then I was a very different person. She was married and had another child. Her husband was a stock broker. She lived in a really nice area. "It was all because of the money Alexis gave me," she said. "Alexis gave you money," I said, astonished. I had not heard from Alexis since the day she had left. I received no reward, no phone calls, and no checks in the mail. It was like I didn't exist for her. "Yes," Mary said. "I thought you would know that. She gave me a huge check after all the settlement was done. It was more money that I ever dreamed of seeing. But I would have thought she would have told you." "I haven't seen her," I said. "I haven't heard from her." "I can't believe that," Mary said. "She really liked you." "She was a bitch who used me," I said, and I saw the hurt flash in Mary's eyes. "I'm sorry but it's true. I'm glad she gave you money, but I made it on my own. Every dine I have I made myself." "Really?" Mary asked, and then she smiled. "You know that's not true, Kyle. Maybe she didn't give you a check but what she gave you was far more valuable. You'd still be sitting on that couch in that old cabin drinking moonshine with Willie if not for her." I knew it was true but it still left me feeling sorry for myself. I went back to Birmingham and put myself into my work even more than before. I got a great of satisfaction in having bankers and lawyers calling me by my first name, and driving my own Lexus. I still had my pickup truck, but there was nothing wrong with a little comfort. I had a semi-monogamous relationship with a woman named Tammy Fortune, who worked for Fortune Law and Associates. She was the Fortune who owned the company and she did most of the legal work for my business. She was good in bed and she liked concerts and a little country now and then and we got along well. She was not interested in making the relationship permanent. Her life was her work and I didn't mind that. It took all the pressures away. It was a little bit before Christmas when she walked into my office unannounced and told me somebody was trying to buy my company. "Oh?" I asked. Her excitement made me curious. A couple of times we had gotten an offer from larger companies who wanted to take over mine but I was never tempted. "It's an awful lot of money this time," she said. "I'm not interested," I said. "You should really listen to what they have to say," she insisted. She kept nagging me about it for days until I finally agreed to meet them. I didn't want them in my office and I agreed to see them in the conference room a nearby Holiday Inn. It was kind of a shock when I walked into the conference and found three men in business suits and one of them was a guy I recognized. He didn't recognize me, of course, because the last time I'd seen him, I'd been wearing a stocking mask and holding a shotgun. He introduced himself as Paul Bagley and did not bother introducing the other two men. He put his offer on the table without preamble as if he expected me to jump at it. A normal person would have. It was far too extravagant, far more than the company was worth and he knew it. I also knew I wouldn't accept it even if he doubled and tripled it. "Tell her no," I said. "Tell Alexis I don't need her damned money." "Excuse me," Paul said. "It's too little too late," I said. "Tell her to go peddle it somewhere else." He sat looking at me with a puzzled expression and then he shook his head. "She said you'd respond this way. She was sure of it. I told you that you'd never turn down this kind of money but I guess I lost our bet." I got up to leave, our conversation finished, until he slid one of those plastic room keys across the table. "What's this?" I asked. "Her final offer," he said. "She's in room 805." I looked at the key like it was a snake for a moment and then I picked it up. I wasn't sure it meant what I thought it did but my heart was really beating fast. I didn't look at Paul as I left. I took the elevator and went up to the eighth floor and found the room three doors down from the elevator. I thought I should probably knock but then she had given me the damned key. I opened the door and stepped in. The lighting in the room was soft and there was string music playing. Two glasses of wine were on a table. Alexis sat on the couch in front of it. Her hair was longer and brushed until it was shining. She wore just a slight touch of lipstick and rouge and not a damn stitch otherwise. Not as Smart as I Thought "What's a girl got to do to get a drink around here?" she said, in a soft sultry voice. I had already figured out all the things I was going to say to her. I had rehearsed my speech in my mind on the way up in the elevator One look at her amazing body and I went brain dead. I stuttered something and she laughed and held up a glass of wine to me. I think I got to the couch in one long step. I didn't bother with the wine. I settled beside her on the couch and drew her into my arms and kissed her The kiss was just as sweet as before and better. Her wicked tasting tongue was inside my mouth and she put her arms around me and pulled me into a tight embrace that had both of us reeling. We kissed for a long time. I couldn't get enough of kissing her. I pressed her back on the couch and she resisted a little and said, "Take me. I'm yours," or something like that, but a moment later her fingers undid my zipper, her long hot fingers wrapped around my cock and drew me out and she slipped me into her with a little shake of her hips. I had waited so long. It was fire and bubbling juice around my cock and I knew even then I wasn't going to last but a few strokes. I tried to get control of myself but it was too late and I groaned and my prick erupted in a hot fountain into her sweet heat. She moved a couple of times and drained me completely and I said, "Damn" because I knew it had been too soon for her and she giggled and whispered 'minute man' into my ear. Then she laughed and hugged me as tight as she could. The second time was better for both of us. The second time around was a lot more kissing. I sucked at her hard red nipples and sucked at her navel and at the hair between her legs. I couldn't get enough of kissing her. The second time she squeezed and caressed my cock and took it into her mouth and sucked it enthusiastically and then I pulled her onto the floor. She slipped up and onto my cock, her mouth open, her head back and she rode me, squeezing the walls of her cunt together as she shifted position, making her small, shapely tits bounce in the dim lighting. I grabbed those tits before I came, holding onto them, moaning, as we came together. We had wine and cheese brought up in room service and we showered together and slipped into the sheets of the queen size bed. I was so hungry for her. I went down across her breasts to her belly and then between her legs. I tasted her. She was not a screamer like Laura but she showed me what she liked by moving her hips and opening her legs and urging me with her fingers. I found the places that really made her hot and it made me hard when she came, violently shaking and moaning my name. I stood up and so did she, rolling over on her stomach and raising her hips. "Take me," she said. I slipped just the head of my cock into, feeling it throbbing inside her wet juices and I stopped. "What are you waiting on," she whispered. "Put it in." She moved her hips, trying to draw me deeper but this time I had control. I moved my cock around inside her opening and she tried to push back in frustration. "I want to hear you say it," I said. "Fuck me, Kyle." She turned her head and looked at me, a shocked expression but then her hips began to move and she moaned, "Fuck me, Kyle." It was enough. I rammed into her deeply and reached around and took her tits in my hands and I fucked her like crazy. It took a long time and I was sore before I was finished but it was as sweet as the first two times, if not sweeter. It was late when we lay hugging and still kissing, sated for the time being. We really hadn't talked much since we walked into the room. Alexis lifted up on one elbow and the tip of her nipple touched the side of my arm and I felt a stirring. I would have thought I'd need a month before anything stirred me again, but there was just something about Alexis. Lord, she looked beautiful. "Why did you make me wait so long?" asked. "Why did you leave without saying a word?" I had just had the best sex of my life but I still couldn't keep the resentment and the hurt from my voice. She sighed. "It's hard to explain but I knew somehow it would never work between us unless you got some self-confidence in yourself. And please remember where I was. I walked around for a year with that big chunk of money in my purse, trying to find enough courage to disappear for a while. I had a good plan but I just couldn't figure out how to make it work until you and your friends came along and kidnapped me." "I think it was more like you kidnapped us," I pointed out. "Yes, well, I didn't expect to fall in love with my kidnapper but I did. There was just something so awfully good in you and you couldn't even see it yourself. I also knew that unless you got out on your own and had some success, that we would never be able to be together in the right way." I knew she was right but it had been hard as hell to do. "So now will you sell me your company?" She asked, grinning mischievously. "Nope," I said. "Not unless you give me a blowjob." She shrugged. "Well, if that's what it takes? A woman has to do what a woman has to do." "Why do you want my company so bad?" I asked. "It's not your company," she said. "I figure if you sell me your company, you'll be looking around for something else to do and I want you to go to work for me." "And what would I be doing?" "Running my companies." "What will you be doing?" I asked. "Well," she said. "I'm hoping for a while I'll be busy with the babies." It took me a moment before I understood and I shook my head. "No, I won't get a woman with child unless she's my wife." Alexis leaned over and her silken hair rubbed against my chest. Her tongue touched my nipple and then she moved downward. Before her words were muffled by her taking my cock into her mouth, I heard her say, "a woman's got to do what a woman's got to do."