Quicksilver Passion (10 page)

Would you believe she don’t take a cent of our money, except for room and board? Says we work too hard for it.” Nellie quickly undid her tight dress with experienced fingers and stepped out of it. She wore a lace chemise underneath, but she didn’t have the body Silver had. At least her hair was somewhat the right color.

Cherokee concentrated on the strawlike hair. Maybe he could pretend she was Silver. His manhood ached with need.
She doesn’t take a cut of your money?”

Silver’d just as soon we didn’t work here. Doesn’t really approve. But the girls need the jobs and we’d just work somewhere else if she didn’t allow it.”

She came over, put her arms around his neck, and rubbed up against him.
You feel hard as stone, sugar. I’m gonna make you real happy!”

He closed his eyes, pulled the girl against him, and saw Silver’s face in his mind. His manhood was hard as stone . . . if stone could swell and throb and ache.

He didn’t open his eyes as he pushed the lace straps off her shoulders so he could cup her breasts and pull her body closer to his pulsating hardness. Her breasts felt small, and when he buried his face in her coarse hair, the strong, cheap perfume she wore almost gagged him. He longed for the fragrance of wild flowers.

Oh, sugar,” she cooed, wiggling her hips against his hardness,
you really do want me bad, don’t you?”

A woman; he needed a woman bad. A vessel to spew his hot seed into; that was all he needed now.

He felt her fumbling with the buttons of his pants.
Oh, sugar, I ought to charge you by the inch!” She giggled with delight as she went to her knees and kissed his manhood.

He looked down at her through half-closed eyes, pretending that it was Silver on her knees before him in a lace chemise. He tangled his fingers in the girl’s hair and pulled her mouth against him again, throbbing at the wet hotness of her lips on him.
You know what I want,” he gasped.
Beg me for it. Beg me to take you.”

Yes, that was what he wanted. He wanted the frigid Silver on her knees in submission, her lips caressing him, begging him to take her.

I’ll beg if you like, sugar, but let’s get on the bed where we’ll be more comfortable.” She took his hand and led him to the bed.

Cherokee sat down on the edge and reached to remove his boots.

And then the music began again and Silver’s high, sweet voice floated up the stairs and under the door. It was almost as if she sang directly to him. With horror, he felt his desire ebb, his manhood begin to soften.

By damn! He wouldn’t let her do this to him. He’d mount Nellie and satisfy his pent-up desire before Silver’s voice could affect him further. Without even taking off his boots, he grabbed Nellie and pushed her onto her back.
I’m in a hurry,” he gasped.
There’s no reason to pull anything off!”