It was a quarter to five. Only fifteen more minutes until the office closed for the day.
Henry Ryan sat at his desk, his elbows propped on his desk-pad, his long slender fingers joined together in a steeple. He was thinking. Mulling over his problems and his triumphs.
The Evans deal had been a good one. He'd really put one over on those East Coast bastards. Ryan chuckled. It would take about another two weeks for them to discover just how badly they'd been taken.
And it was all legal. Henry Ryan never did anything illegal. In his estimation, only fools broke the law. There were so many good ways to fleece people legally. All he'd had to do was offer a little extra commission to their buyer…
The intercom buzzed. Ryan irritably punched down the call button.
"Yes?"
"Mr. Ryan," his secretary's voice came through, high and nasal. "There's a Mr. Hammer here, and a… a Miss De La Court. They don't have an appointment, but they'd like to see you."
Ryan frowned. He hated his secretary's voice. In fact, he hated her. She had been his wife's choice, a scrawny, book-nosed old battle-axe. He could tell from the slight disapproval in her voice before she had said "Miss De La Court," that Miss De La Court must be attractive.
"Did they say what they want to see me about?"
"They say it's about your daughter Susan."
Ryan frowned. Sue was one of his problems. He'd doted on her too much, he realized that. She was totally spoiled. But things had gone smoothly enough until she met that slippery bastard, Ben Jackson.
My God! The thought of having that oily fortune-hunter for a son-in-law! He had only agreed to the betrothal when Sue had shown unmistakable signs of being ready to run away and do it anyhow. He'd hoped, with the long wait before the marriage was to take place, that Sue would eventually come to her senses. But so far, she seemed as hopelessly in love with the punk as ever.
And there was this shameful situation with her staying over at his place. Oh, she said she was with her girlfriends, but Ryan knew better. He had had Sue and Ben followed once. They had spent the whole night at his place.
And this time she hadn't been home for three days. That was intolerable. Ryan was going to have to put his foot down. How had all this happened, anyhow? Sue had always been such a good, obedient daughter. She was just too damned pretty. How could such a beauty have come from that dried-up, sexless wife of his?
"Oh well… send them in, Miss Batterston." Might as well find out what the hell was happening.
Ryan's eyes widened as the two visitors came into his office. Miss De La Court was indeed attractive. Downright beautiful. Ryan felt his hormones begin to bubble a little. How long since he'd fucked a beautiful woman? Hell. How long since he'd fucked anybody at all?
Miss De La Court had sat down before Ryan paid any attention to Hammer. His shrewd little eyes wrinkled with instinctive caution.
"What can I do for you?" he asked.
"Perhaps clear up a little matter concerning your daughter Sue."
"Where do you know Sue from, Mr. Hammer?"
Ryan asked, frowning.
"She… frequents my place of business," Hammer said smoothly.
"And where might that be?"
"It's a gambling casino. The Ace of Spades. You might have heard of it."
Ryan was speechless for a moment. "My daughter in a casino?" he spluttered. "She must have come in with that scoundrel, Ben Jackson."
"Originally," Hammer said. "But lately she's been coming in by herself."
Ryan had to struggle to get hold of himself. "I understand, Mr. Hammer," he finally said. "And I'm grateful for your concern. I'll see that she doesn't come in again."
Hammer chuckled, looked down at his well-manicured nails. "I don't think you understand, Mr. Ryan. I don't mind Sue coming in at all. It's just that she's… well, got in over her head."
"What do you mean?" Ryan burst out, aghast.
Hammer reached into an inner coat pocket. He pulled out a stack of markers and tossed them onto Ryan's desk. "She's into me pretty deep. I wanted to find out from you if she's good for it."
Ryan stared at the markers. They were all signed by Sue. A quick calculation told him they added up to several thousand dollars.
"She's good for it," Ryan said, his lips set in a straight line. "But I'm against paying gambling debts. I imagine the legality of those IOU's could be challenged."
"But it would be awfully messy publicity, wouldn't it, Mr. Ryan?" Hammer asked quietly.
Despite Hammer's urbanity, Ryan knew the squeeze was being applied. If his investors ever got wind of this kind of scandal, half his operating capital would dry up.
"I'll write you a check," he said, reaching for his pen. Sue would pay. Oh, she would pay!
"While you have your checkbook out, I'd like to ask you if you collect art?"
"Art?" Ryan asked, puzzled.
"Yes… you know… pretty pictures."
"Oh, Frank, please… you don't have to do that!" Miss De La Court broke in.
"Shut the fuck up, Glenda!" Hammer snapped. "I'll ask for your opinion when I want it!"
"But Frank… he's already agreed to pay!"
"Shut up, cunt!" Hammer roared.
Glenda lapsed into a frightened silence. Ryan realized she had been looking very strained since the two of them had come in. Obviously she didn't like what Hammer was doing. Ryan immediately sensed an ally.
"What pictures are you talking about?" Ryan asked woodenly. He sensed disaster was about to crash down on his head.
For an answer, Hammer took a thick packet of color photographs out of a pocket and tossed them onto the desk. Then he sat back and calmly lit a cigarette. His eyes never left Ryan's face.
"Oh my God!"
Ryan's face paled. At first he had seen only naked figures, obviously making love. Then he recognized his daughter, Sue. She was lying under a man in all the pictures. In some, he was eating her cunt. In others his huge cock was skewering up into her blonde snatch. And from the expression on his daughter's lust-filled face, she was loving it!
Ryan found himself admiring Sue's naked body. God, she was a beautiful girl. Then he caught himself.
There was something familiar about the man in the pictures. Ryan looked more closely at his face. It was Hammer!
"You son-of-a-bitch!" he snarled, half rising. But the bigger, stronger Hammer pushed him back into his seat.
"Don't get out of control," the big man said. "You piss me off, I'll use those pictures. I have a friend who owns a skin magazine. He'd love to plaster your sweet little girl's tits and ass all over it. God, can she fuck!"
Ryan collapsed back into his chair. "What do you want?" he asked in a tired, defeated voice.
"I own a lot of a certain stock. I think it's underpriced," Hammer said. He then went on to outline an intricate plan for artificially forcing the price of the stock up. To do so, he needed a confederate with access to the major stock markets. Ryan.
"But that's illegal!" Ryan burst out.
"Of course. That's why there's so much money in it."
In the end, Ryan had no choice but to agree. After his visitors left, he felt sick and defeated. For a moment he admired the slickness of Hammer's plan. Almost wished he had the guts to try it himself.
But God, what a risk! If he were ever found out…
The phone rang. His secretary had gone home so Ryan picked it up himself. "Hello," he said dully.
"Mr. Ryan," a low feminine voice said. "This is Glenda… Glenda De La Court. I was in your office with Mr. Hammer…"
"Yes… yes…?"
"Oh, Mr. Ryan, I feel so bad about what Mr. Hammer's doing to you. And what he did to your daughter. I… he's got the same kind of hold over me. I want you to know I don't like him or the things he does."
Ryan was intensely alert. "Can you help me?"
"I… I think so. I know something about Frank… Mr. Hammer, that might – oh! Here he comes! Can you meet me in an hour?"
Glenda quickly gave Ryan an address and hung up. He sank back into his chair, sweating. God, life had suddenly become complicated!
An hour later, Henry Ryan approached a small house in the suburbs. His heart was hammering. He hoped to hell something would happen to get him out of the mess his daughter had gotten him into.
It had not yet occurred to Ryan that Sue was as much a victim as he was. The expression on Sue's face in the pictures had convinced him otherwise.
Glenda answered the door when he knocked. Her clothes made Ryan uncomfortable. She was wearing incredibly short hot pants and a tie-around halter. Really only a scarf. Her nipples poked at the thin material.
"Oh, Mr. Ryan… I'm so glad you came," Glenda said eagerly.
She ushered Ryan into the living room, then sat down opposite him. He was aware that the legs of her hot pants were very loose. He imagined he could see right up the crotch. He imagined for a moment she wasn't wearing any underwear underneath and that darkness was her cunt. But no, it must be dark panties, he decided.
"You had an idea for helping me," he gulped out. It was hard to take his eyes off Glenda's lovely, nearly nude body.
"To help us both, Mr. Ryan. Frank has a hold over me too. I think I can get my hands on the negatives of those pictures. And on the original markers. Then you'll be off the hook."
"How will that help you?" Ryan said suspiciously.
Glenda blushed. "I'll… I'll need somebody to help me after I break away from Frank," Glenda said in a low voice. "A… a protector."
"Me?"
Ryan was struck dumb. My God, this beautiful young woman was asking him to take care of her. His blood began to boil as he stared at those big soft tits jiggling underneath their thin covering.
Normally he'd never even think of doing a thing like that. Henry Ryan was a veritable symbol of propriety. It was good for business. But now, with the inducement of getting back the incriminating evidence… His resolve weakened.
Glenda sensed it. She was on her feet, rushing toward Ryan. Huge tears welled in her dark eyes. "Oh, Mr. Ryan… you can't imagine how horrible it's been. He… he makes me do terrible things. You know… sexual things."
Ryan was on his feet too. Glenda began to sob. It seemed only normal that he try to comfort her. He put his arms around her.
She clung to him. Tears soaked his collar. Most of all, he was aware of her big tits pushing against his chest. God, how long since he'd had a woman like this in his arms? More years than he could remember.
"Miss De La Court," he murmured thickly.
She looked up. Big liquid eyes stared into his. Glenda's mouth was trembling. With desire?
"Glenda… call me Glenda," she quavered.
"And I'm Henry," he stuttered back.
"Ooohhh… Henry…"
Ryan never really knew how it happened. Suddenly Glenda's lips were against his. They were kissing passionately. Her thighs had opened and her cunt was pressed tightly against his leg. He felt its softness underneath the hot pants.
"Glenda," he panted.
Her halter top seemed to disappear. His hands were full of soft tits. Glenda moaned with passion.
Then somehow she was down on her knees in front of him. Deft fingers were working at the zipper to his fly. He gasped as Glenda pulled his cock into the open.
"Oh, what a lovely cock," Glenda purred.
Ryan stared, unable to believe this was really happening.
He watched the girl's mouth open, then close around the rapidly swelling tip of his cock.
"Uuuuunnnnhhhhh," he choked. Long forgotten pleasure was pounding through his loins. He felt weak in the legs.
"Mmmmmpppphhhh… mmmmmm," Glenda moaned as she slurped noisily on Ryan's swelling cock. Her hands reached back to caress his bloated balls.
Ryan stared unbelievingly at the beautiful young woman sucking his cock. Her lovely face was flushed with passion, her eyes staring dreamily at his pubic hair. The stump of his cock protruded obscenely from her lips. Further down, her naked tits swayed and jiggled every time she moved.
Twenty years before, Henry Ryan had tried to get his bride to suck his cock. She had screamed with horror and revulsion. She hadn't let him touch her for six months.
Now it was coming true. How could this be happening to a middle-aged man? But it sure as hell was.
"Aaaarrrrgggghhhhh!" Ryan moaned loudly.
Glenda was sucking so hard and so artfully that it was all over very quickly. Ryan felt a hot rush of sperm start up from his balls. Something that for a long time he had known only in wet dreams.
"Yaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!"
Ryan's head arched back. But he could still see Glenda's face below as his sperm jetted into the back of her throat. She seemed to be smiling, if that were possible with a mouthful of spurting cock.
Ryan was almost finished cumming when his dream came to an end. Suddenly there was a bright flash of blinding light. Then another and another.
With a yelp of fright, Ryan jumped back, his cock popping from Glenda's mouth. A few last drops of semen gushed out the end.
"Who… What…?"
Ryan turned to see a grinning Frank Hammer and another man coming into the room. Each had a camera with flash attachment in his hand.
"Good show, Glenda," Hammer said. "You got the old goat off in record time."
"He popped off like an overripe bottle of champagne," the lush brunette laughed. She was wiping Ryan's cum off her mouth and chin with the back of one hand.
"You ought to be an actress," Hammer added. "That was a real performance."
Glenda curtsied, her bare tits bouncing. "Thank you, gentlemen. I aim to please."
Ryan gaped and stammered. Hammer spoke before the stunned man could get out a word.
"Just a little insurance in case you get any ideas about double-crossing us," he said, waving his camera. "You piss us off, these filthy pictures of your disgusting act go to your wife, your church, your business associates… anybody who counts in your life."
Ryan could only nod dumbly.
"The door's that way, Ryan," Hammer said, gesturing. Ryan started moving woodenly toward the door.
"You know, he's got a pretty good cock for a guy his age," Glenda said cheerfully.
"You hear that, Ryan? Glenda should know. She's a connoisseur of cocks. You should feel proud."
But Henry Ryan didn't feel proud. Tears were coursing down his thin cheeks as he stumbled out the door.