Dark Angels

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Lee sat in the dusky shadows of her bedroom, brushing her hair. Seventy-five strokes. She was proud of her thick blue-black hair, a gift from her mother, and Italy.

She thought about the meeting tomorrow. Shopping had resulted in a short black cocktail dress for Mindy. The dress was silk with a deep-vee between the breasts and a cut that presented the little girl’s tight derriere up to all kinds of intriguing possibilities. The bite mark on Mindy’s neck was still visible and had raised the eyes of the salesgirl at Slinky’s but by tomorrow’s meeting, the yellowish bruising would fade and wouldn’t be anything a little makeup couldn’t fix. Not that old Head Bolt would be spending much time staring at Mindy’s neck; not with the dramatic s***h down the front of the girl’s dress to contemplate.

Lee was keenly aware that she was using her niece to better her chances at getting a signature on a sales contract. By her own estimation, the deal with the automotive supplier would parlay close to three million dollars in the first year and for that kind of money she was willing to foot the bill for a skinny dress that showed off Mindy’s breasts and the curve of her thigh. Her niece was a lovely demure creature and Lee figured all she had to do was prop Mindy in the corner, tell her to cross her knees and smile prettily. Let Head Bolt’s imagination do the rest.

And what the hell; Mindy couldn’t possibly be naive about this, not any more. Regrettably, she was soiled goods. Three guys had all jumped her. And coincidentally, that was the same number of men that had managed to wiggle their way in-between Lee’s own thighs. So what difference could it make to Mindy if old Head Bolt caught a sly look up her skirt now and again. Or admired the soft hummocks draped in loose silk at the opening of the new dress. This was business and Lee was tough enough to play bare-handed in a man’s game.

And if Mindy was correct: That Head Bolt might want a little extra intensive? Well she would deal with that when the time came. The man was a womanizer and Lee was happy to use his weakness against him. He was screwing his secretary and she had told Lee there were others, probably women working right there in his office, servicing his demands in an effort to keep their jobs. His secretary had confessed that the only reason she went to bed with him, once a week over the lunch-hour, was to keep her cushy job and the six-figure salary that came with it. Her and her husband needed the money.

So would Lee be expected to put out for the privilege of carrying his products in her stores? Maybe, she conceded to herself with a shiver. The image of doing it across his desk slanted across the back of her mind. What would it be like, to be raped in his office? She thought... With Mindy watching and waiting her turn. The thought was surprisingly tantalizing. Would she struggle? Yes, Lee decided; at least enough to make it interesting. Make Head Bolt work for it, she smiled and an enticing ping lifted from her loins like an electric spark. What would it be like to be held down by a strange man? She toyed with that for a moment; teasing herself. A man whose only intent was to humiliate and use her body to arouse his p***s? What was it like to be raped? She opened her laptop. She was suddenly desperate to find out.

Lee typed Women Assaulted and was disappointed when nothing of value appeared on her computer screen. She tried Rape Forums. Nothing. And then s****l Assault, Forum. It was there, buried behind a bunch of psychological, analytical mumbo-jumbo. But it was there: A place where women could write about the physical trauma they had suffered under the domineering hands of men who wouldn’t take no for an answer. Men who took by force what wasn’t offered them willingly.

Lee’s fingers trembled on the moist keyboard. She had to resister; provide a user name, a password, and an e-mail address. Lee used Mindy’s name, made up a password and provided the e-mail address from work. A moment later she was signed in. But it wasn’t that easy to access the files of the women who had bared their souls for the website. There was a bloody questionnaire.

Lee pretended she was Mindy and started filling in the blanks: She was eighteen, had been assaulted by three football players in a university locker room, she didn’t know if she was pregnant, no, she hadn’t reported it to the police, she hadn’t gone to counseling. She submitted the answers and waited for someone or some computer, somewhere, to assess the results and make a decision.

Accepted. It was splashed across her screen like an award for good behavior. Lee logged in.

The first dozen postings were disappointing. The women described their experiences in riddles, acrimonious, and innuendos. But then Lee came across a post from a woman who had the unlikely user name: Sunny Side Up.

Sunny was engaged to be married and her fiancé, a beguiling young man of twenty-six years, had suggested a trip to a neighboring State to meet his father who was sequestered in an old folk’s home. It had seemed like a reasonable request and Sunny had agreed. (“I thought it would be fun to meet Bill’s dad, so I said, sure.”) At the home, they found dear old dad in the basement playing billiards with several of his friends.

Sunny had been surprised at how young and fit her boyfriend’s father seemed to be. He was not at all decrepit as she had expected. And some of his comments, upon meeting her, were in her words, inappropriate. He had openly commented on the size of her breasts and had congratulated his son on finally finding a woman who looked like she knew how to please a man. (“He said I had great t**s and asked about the size of my n*****s. He called me fuckable.”)

The friends standing around the billiard table thought the father’s comments terribly amusing and gathered closer to admire Sunny’s rather robust attributes. She began to feel panicky and sure enough, once they had sent her boyfriend off in search of coffee, dad-to-be had run his hand up under her dress and grabbed her by the crotch. (“He stuck his hand straight up the front of my dress and grabbed me between the legs. He got a finger inside my underwear and dug at me.”)

Sunny explained in exacting detail how the men had turned her over the pool-table and got her underpants down. (“He was very strong and even though I resisted, he spun me around and forced me across the table. The next thing I knew, they had my dress up and I felt them dragging my panties down; all the way to my ankles.”) Dad had exercised his proprietorial rights and stepped up between her legs. He was madly f*****g her from behind when the boyfriend reappeared with a carafe of coffee. He observed his dad abusing the girl who he loved, turned a ghastly shade of pale and dropped weakly into a chair. Even with Sunny pleading for him to intervene, he had remained passive.

Sunny suffered through the indignation of being f****d by her future father-in-law only to be turned over to his three friends. With her fiancé looking on, she could do nothing but provide service to the next man in line. By the time the friends had satisfied themselves, daddy had recovered sufficiently to force his p***s into her face for additional stimulation. Which, she confessed, she had provided in an effort to bring the visit to a quick conclusion. (“He forced his p***s into my mouth. I could taste myself there. Then hell, he started moving and I let him. I had to. I let him c*m in my mouth.”)

On the way home her boyfriend had apologized profusely while she worked her way steadily through a box of tissues. Her marriage plans were, of course, defunct and poor Sunny was living with the guilt and searching solace from other rape victims, online.

Lee was mesmerized by what she saw on her computer screen. She was trembling with s****l enticement and when she stood, she was aware of the slickness between her thighs. Lee moved across the room on jelly knees and found her vibrator in the back of the drawer. Returning to her computer, she opened her robe and ran the appliance across her c******s. With a new battery, it provided heady stimulation and the orgasms came fast and furious.

After she had exhausted her resources, Lee bookmarked the page.

Mr. Head Bolt liked big boobs and young girls. Lee could see it as soon as they were shown into his office the next morning.

“Nice,” he said, when Lee introduced Mindy.

“Nice?” Mindy gawked.

“Sorry. Very nice,” old Head Bolt corrected himself and looked squarely down the front of her dress.

Mindy blushed.

There was a leather sofa along the back wall and Mindy retreated; it was as far away from the action as she could get. Mindy sat quickly and tugged at her short hemline. She was prepared to keep her ankles crossed and her back straight but vowed that would be the extent of her involvement.

He was a large, fleshy man, the kind that spent his life indoors and had no appetite for exercise. Head Bolt ushered Lee to one of his guest chairs with his hand in the small of her back, and when she was settled, he positioned his ponderous tummy behind the desk. He didn’t think to offer coffee.

Lee started right in: “I can’t tell you how pleased we are to... to...”

A pained expression had crossed his face and he held up a fleshy hand. “Please... Spare me the rhetoric.” He opened a wooden box that sat on his desk top and withdrew a cigar. “I should tell you that two other retailers are vying for this account. And as you know, I am offering an exclusive deal on my automotive lubricants. Only one company will carry the complete line.”

He rolled his cigar lovingly between his thumb and fingers then nipped the end with a silver device designed for the job. “I must say that I have admired what you have done with Hardware Supermarket, but one of your competitors has twice as many outlets.” He lit his cigar with a wooden match and pulled in some smoke. “You will have to show me something very convincing for me to consider your offer.”

He looked down at the thrust of her n*****s as if to make a suggestion and Lee swallowed hard. Maybe Mindy had been right.

“But if you look at the numbers,” she tried to get back in the game, “the traffic that comes through the front door...”

He blew out a plume. “You think I haven’t? I know my business here Lee, and done my homework. Trust me. But I also know that the hardware chain in question is negotiating to buy out a competitor. You won’t be able to match their numbers this time next year. No, I’m afraid you’ll have to try harder to land this deal. Much harder.”

He was bullshitting. Lee had her ear to the ground and knew damned well no one was buying anybody out. Old Head Bolt was shrewdly negotiating for an incentive and he was staring at her t**s again.

Lee leaned all the way forward to open the briefcase she had placed on the floor. Her chest moved beneath the silk and she presented him with an unobstructed look down between her breasts, practically down to her navel. “But are they offering these returns?” Lee stood to place a spreadsheet onto his desktop. “And I have budgeted one-hundred and fifty thousand to advertise your products.”

He shifted uncomfortably in his high-backed leather chair. Lee was presenting him with a solid argument as to why he should sign on with her. “Show me,” he said and exhaled more smoke.

Lee stepped around the end of his desk and stood beside his chair. She leaned forward and pointed to a column of figures. “Take your gasoline treatment as an example,” she said. “We are proposing a twenty-five percent return on gross; that’s money straight into your pocket and we pay monthly.”

He shifted in his seat. “What about the oil additives?” And he moved to point to another column of figures. As he slid his hand across the desk he nudged Lee’s left breast with his knuckles.

Lee didn’t flinch; didn’t react. “Those numbers are just as good and we are proposing in-store displays to help boost sales. And none of the other hardware stores offer automotive service. We do oil changes and minor repairs in our own bays.”

“That’s impressive,” he conceded.

“I’m glad you agree.” Lee moved a little closer to his chair.

He was encouraged that Lee hadn’t cowered at his touch. It was like an immediate understanding between them: That she was willing, was mature enough not to get all bent outta shape, that she knew how the game was played. Lee was still hovering over his desk with everything loosely swaying. He withdrew from the spreadsheet, turned his hand up and with raised fingers, he lightly held the underside of a dangling breast, like he was gently plucking an over-ripe peach from the tree. He

fondled the cushy weight, rolling it in his fingertips.

She gave him a moment, turned her face and gave him a sly smile. “They told me you were married.”

He shifted in his leather chair. “I am.”

Lee stood slowly, gingerly lifting her breast from his fingers. “So no ties, no commitments between us.”

“None whatsoever, Lee. Strictly business with the necessary incentives added.”

“Good,” she said and turned to face him, slipping her haunches onto the edge of his desk. She looked down on him. “So we have an understanding?”

Lee nudged his thigh with her knee, the movement causing the slit in her skirt to fall open. He didn’t hesitate to trickle his fingers up her leg, enjoying the firmness of muscle through the silky pantyhose. “An understanding, sure,” he said, “but not a deal. Not yet anyway.”

Lee opened her legs a little. “And for me to land this deal?”

“I like your assistant,” he said and looked past her to where Mindy sat on the couch; her eyes wide and glistening like glass marbles.

Lee exhaled. “She’s cute, isn’t she?”

“Very. You know there’s a rumor; about you and men. Or should I say, the lack of men.”

“My, I am impressed.” Lee mused. “You have done your homework.”

He laughed but there was no humor in it. He slid his hand higher, resting his fingers on the top of her leg under the dress. “So you and her?”

“Yes as a matter of fact, she came to my bed for the first time, just last night.”

“Lucky you... she’s lovely.”

Lee raised an eyebrow. “And let me guess: You want to see some girl-on-girl action.”

He pushed his hand between her thighs and stoked her crotch through the pantyhose. Lee shifted her knees apart to allow him some space. “How about you go over there and give her a big smooch. Just for me.”

“A big smooch?”

“Yeah, you know... kiss her. Slip her some tongue. I’d like to see that.”

“And that’s all I have to do? To get your signature on a contract?”

He licked his lips. “Well there is one other thing.”

“I thought there might be.”

“I want you naked, when you go over there; to kiss her, I mean.”

“Undress first? Here in your office…?”

“Yes. We won’t be disturbed.”

Lee tilted her head and flashed her eyes. “You want me naked.”

“That’s right. And while you’re kissing her, I might just come over there; to get a closer look, you understand.”

Lee hissed out a long breath and thought about a three million dollar increase in sales. He was still mindlessly stroking her crotch when Lee lifted her hands and started unbuttoning the front of her dress. “We have a deal, then.”

“Yes. Take off your clothes.”

He pulled his hand out from under her dress and watched Lee move to the center of the room. Lee pulled the dress from about her shoulders and let it fall. She ignored Mindy’s staggered gasp and rolled her pantyhose down, then kicked off her shoes. She stood tall, wearing only her open-face bra and the string of pearls her mother had given her.

Lee moved to where Mindy was fidgeting on the couch and leaned down to her, face-to-face. “You were right,” she whispered in a steady voice. “But business is business and I want this contract.” Lee lifted the girl’s chin up. “I’m going to kiss you. Understand? It doesn’t mean anything, excepting it’s a three million dollar kiss, so just play along. Please. I’ll make it up to you. You like convertibles, don’t you?”

Mindy nodded but there was a dreadful fear about her eyes.

“Trust me,” Lee said and bending at the waist, she covered Mindy’s lips with her opened mouth. Mindy’s limp hands abruptly knotted with the strain. And as Lee tongued her niece deeply, she felt Head Bolt move in from behind. His thumbs were between her buttocks and she seethed when she felt the tip of his p***s at the opening. Three million dollars she thought and holding Mindy tightly, she bore down on the burn.