Kim tiptoed into the apartment, hoping against hope that Curt would stay asleep until morning and not ask her where she had been or what she had been doing. She knew that lying would be awfully difficult while the sin was still fresh, while the fluids of other men's passion still bubbled hotly within her belly. Just let me sleep and the reality will fade and then in the morning I won't be embarrassed so much by the lie, she mused. She had never lied to Curt before, and she seriously doubted her ability to do so. Being blackmailed into sex was one thing, one terrible thing, but fabricating lies to cover it was compounding the sin.
With her shoes in her hand, she went into the bedroom, and listened. She couldn't hear his breathing and opened the door wider to let the light from the hall illuminate the room. The bed was empty, she noted with some surprise. Where was he at eleven o'clock tonight? She went to the kitchen table and found the note she had left for him. Untouched. He hadn't been home, hadn't even known she had been out. She took the note and tore it into little pieces and breathed a sigh of relief that she would not have to lie to explain her absence.
But where was Curt? He never stayed out this late. Was he working? He had come to the party and, they later told her, been turned away just in time by Ike Harvey. Where did he go from there? Where indeed! What right had she to question her husband? She was the adulteress. It was she who had stayed six wild hours at that party. After the two Africans had pulled their cocks from her steaming orifices, another man had mounted her from behind, like a dog, and she had gone crazy under his stroking penis. After that she had lain senseless on the carpet. Sue had come and held the men at bay, wrapping her in a large bath towel. Kim had then rested for over an hour on the couch, having a cocktail and, of all things, a cigarette, while Sue kept her boxed in so the hungry men couldn't get to her. She had closed her eyes with a dreamy expression on her face and hadn't moved until one of the men, Ike Harvey to be specific, had taken Sue away to the jacuzzi in the bedroom. Then she had been approached, and soundly fucked, by Henry Manson, and two, or was it three, other men.
So just fifteen minutes before her arrival at home, Ike had walked her and Sue to the taxi and sent them home. Sue had confessed that Ike had had her in the bedroom and the two of them had giggled uncontrollably at the enormity of what they had just participated in. It was when she got home, found Curt gone, and got in the shower to wash the encrusted sperm from her skin that it all came back to her for what it was. Her body ached pleasantly with the effects of having mated with so many men, but her conscience burned within her like a hot coal. She had been utterly, totally degraded, used by men who didn't care a bit for her. She had been dragged through the mud, through the shit that Ike Harvey loved to heap on people beneath him in the order of things. Kim now saw that he had destroyed her, had brought her so low that she could never regain the pristine existence she had lived up until just four days before. She had been driven into the dirt, pounded down by the hammering penises of all the men who had used her since she had been stupid enough to try to help the man she loved and adored. Yes, she had done a stupid thing. But nothing to deserve the degradation, abuse, and filth that had been heaped on her, the destruction of her life and soul.
Kim wrapped the towel around her and climbed into bed. She gazed with hard eyes up into the darkness and made a decision. The only way she would be free of Ike Harvey, and the only way he would get what he deserved, would be if she used what she knew about his business to destroy him and get Curt away from this company before he found out what she had done.
She drifted off to sleep on that resolve. About an hour later she came half awake when Curt climbed in with her. She felt him touch his lips warmly to her cheek before she sank back into oblivion.
In the morning, Curt left without waking her. At about ten she got up showered thoroughly, hoping to remove the filth of her sin of the night before, and then went to the telephone. She asked information for the number of the FBI, made inquiries until she found the man in charge of illegal drugs, and then, anonymously told him all she knew, every name of everyone involved, Ike Harvey, Bernard Khumalo. And all the details, the yacht, the ivory, the cocaine, Zimbabwe, Angola, the two Africans with Khumalo, the party and the orgy of the night before. He asked for her name and she quickly hung up, knowing she didn't dare involve herself further lest she become a casualty in the war on drugs. She felt she had done enough. She had been fucked and abused to get into a position where she could come by the information she had just conveyed to the FBI. There was no reason she should risk herself further when all she wanted was to be with Curt again, just the two of them, alone and in love the way they had been before.
Sue came through the door in the early afternoon. She had dark circles under her eyes and Kim decided that her friend hadn't held up under the abuse as well as she had. Kim had looked radiant upon rising. She had noticed that. The sex had done her no physical damage beyond a certain soreness between the legs.
Taking a sip of her coffee,Sue gave her friend a tired smile. She looked at Kim for a long time, then she said, "Kimmy-loo, you are the eighth wonder of the world. How the hell did you go from being little Miss Goodie Two Shoes to that hot little minx at the party yesterday?"
Blushing, Kim said severely, "And I don't want it to happen again, if I can possibly help it. It was my fault, but it wasn't me, and it's going to stop."
For the first time ever, Sue dropped her patronizing, big-sisterly attitude. Kim had changed overnight. She was no longer on the defensive, a shy, retiring little baby waiting to get preyed upon. A good piece of her naivete had been driven out by the revelry at 812 Silver Towers last night. After all, what could Sue tell Kim now about men and sex and drugs? Kim had gone further at that party than Sue had ever dreamed of going herself. It had been a virtual gang-bang and there was nothing Sue could tell her friend now. Kim had done it all now, but there was no doubt in Sue's mind that the younger girl would do everything in her power to see it never had to happen again. Though many things in the teenaged bride might have been changed by last night's revelry, her love for her husband and her belief that marital fidelity was paramount in a marriage relationship remained unchanged. Of course, her love for her husband was still undiminished. There was still nothing more important to her than that.
"So what are you going to do?" asked Sue. "You can't tell me you're just going to let him give that video tape to Curt. So how are you going to stop him?"
"I've already made my own arrangements," Kim told her. "And if I'm lucky I won't be in that position too often again."
Sue lifted an eyebrow. "Do I hear my sweet little Kimmy-loo getting tough at last?"
Kim bowed her head and Sue saw a tear break free and slide down her cheek. "They're turning me into an animal, Susie," she sobbed suddenly. "The only thing worse that could happen would be for Curt to find out what I've done, so I'm not going to let that happen. But Ike Harvey is going to be very surprised, very soon."
Sue stared at her for a long time. "You don't mean that you've informed the law about him."
Kim stared back hard. "I didn't say anything. The less you know, the better." Kim bit her lip and thought to herself, I hope the FBI acts on what I told them and doesn't just pass it off as a joke or something. In that case I'll have men sticking their cocks into me for the next ten years.
Sue shook her head. "If you've blown the whistle on Ike and the Africans then I hope you've got a good place to hide. 'Cause they'll kill you."
"Better than being a whore," Kim said. "How do you feel? You look horrible."
Sue smiled. "Thanks, I love you too. I had a great time last night, and I'd love to get to that Bernard in bed, if the opportunity arises."
Kim shook her head. "You'll never change, will you, Sue?"
"Why should I? You're the one who's changing. You should have seen yourself yesterday. You turned on like a bitch in heat!"
Kim sighed. "I know. I couldn't control it. I caught fire."
"So what makes you think you can control it now? You know what it feels like. Do you think you're going to be able to resist a good hard cock when it gets near your hot little pussy?"
"What I've got to do is make sure I don't get another cock near my hot little pussy."
"And what are you going to do if he calls you up today and tells you you're the meat on the table for another one of his little parties?"
Kim stuck out her lower lip sadly. "I'd have to go today. But soon, I won't have to."
Sue put her arms around her friend. "I hope we can work it out for you, darlin'. As much as I liked the party last night and want to go to another one, I hope we can get you set free. God knows Curt is worth the trouble. If I'd only had a guy like him, I'd be the same way. I'd still be married."
"Then you understand. You'll help me?"
"Whatever I can do, Kimmy-loo. So what can we do?"
Kim sighed. "All right." She leaned across so her face was
very close to Sue's. "I told the FBI. Just a half-hour ago. It's just a matter of time before they expose Ike Harvey and his friends for what they are doing. If I'm lucky, Ike will be caught and Curt and I can get away without Curt's finding out what I've been forced into."
Squeezing Kim's hand, Sue said, "I hope so, Kim. With all my heart, I hope so."