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  ‘Looks like fun,’ Lucy said, climbing out of the pool. Facing Al still in the water, she brushed her hair from her face, the T-shirt rising to show most of the front of her panties which were completely sheer now they were wet. Her bush visible, she turned and showed the crack of her fine ass as she went to ascend the steps up the slide. Her four fans hurried to follow her up, one of them turning back to nod to the others who could plainly see Lucy’s ass as she went up.

  She came down with the men in tow and swam to Al.

  ‘Enough of that,’ she said, standing in the shallow water now, lifting her T-shirt to show a red spot on the back of her left thigh. ‘Slide pinched me.’ She moved to the side and stood in knee high water, arms up on the sides of the pool, most of her panties visible. Al moved next to her as all four fans passed to get a closer view.

  Several of the roustabouts came by to get a look as Lucy would dip into the pool, then stand up. She tapped Al’s arm and said, ‘How about something cool to drink?’

  By the time he came back with two bottles of icy spring water, the four fans and two of the older roustabouts were around Lucy, fans in the water, men sitting behind her as she stood wringing out her T-shirt.

  ‘I’m not taking them off,’ Lucy said as Al handed her a water and slipped into the pool next to her. She thanked him, took a drink of water then told the fans, ‘I’ll take off this heavy T-shirt but nothing else.’ She pulled off the T and tossed it back to one of her bodyguards who took it to where the other sat on a deck chair. Her wet bra hid little of her breasts, pointed nipples and pink aureoles.

  ‘If you haven’t seen a lady in her bra and panties, then it’s about time you did.’ She took another hit of water, handed it to Al and moved away from the side to swim in long strokes across the pool. The fans spread out to let her come and go as she did laps back and forth. The breast stroke featured her ass bobbing up and down, her ass-crack clearly visible. The back stroke featured her bush at the top of the water, plastered behind the clear stripes of her panties.

  More roustabouts as well as a couple other men meandered over to the pool for a glimpse. When Lucy climbed out of the pool to stand wringing out her hair, only the thin fabric of her bra and panties barely hid her body. She looked nude in the bright sun. Al looked over at her bodyguards and they glanced at Lucy as well as everyone in the area, doing their job while stealing views of Lucy.

  She moved to the bodyguards and told them something. Al finished his drink, climbed out and brought Lucy hers.

  ‘I sent Earl for towels,’ she said, her face flushed, a wicked smile on her lips. ‘Cal’s watching out for kids.’

  ‘You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?’

  Lucy reached over and brushed his cock. ‘You too.’

  Earl arrived with two beach towels. Lucy thanked him, tossed her empty water bottle in a nearby trash barrel before stepping back to wrap a towel around her, reaching under to un-fasten her bra. She passed it to Earl before climbing out of her panties and doing the same with them.

  The towel was big enough to cover her up, but when she re-adjusted it, she gave everyone a quick glimpse of tits and pussy. She leaned close to Al and said in a husky voice, ‘Screw me. Now!’

  He looked around, suddenly helpless, at the faces staring at them.

  Lucy looked over her shoulder at her bodyguards and said, ‘I need my purse.’ She took Al’s hand and led him away from the pool around the T-shirt shop to a small slope where she took off the towel, spread it on the grass and lay down on her back, legs straight out, arms behind her head. Her fans and the other man came to look at her lying naked, full frontal nudity.

  Earl arrived with her purse and she told Al, ‘Inside. Condoms.’

  He found them, held one in hand, looking over his shoulder now at the assembled men and fans.

  ‘You know how it works, don’t you?’ Lucy said.

  He shoved down his bathing suit and donned the condom before moving over her. Lucy closed her eyes and opened her legs. Al looked down at the pink, glistening folds of her pussy as he knelt between her legs and pressed the tip of his swollen cock against her. She curled her back as he slid inside her slick walls and cried out, cried again as he began pumping her, fucking her right there in front of everyone. Her knees rose around him as he pounded her, driving himself deep within.

  Slowing down, he tried his best to hold back to let it last but she bucked under him, her pussy’s love muscles grabbing him, milking him until he came in long thrusts that sent shivering waves of weakness through his legs until he collapsed on her. Rolling off to catch his breath, he realised he was still wearing his sunglasses.

  Through dark sunglasses, Lucy watched a red-tail hawk circling overhead. Lying spread-eagle on the towel as her breathing returned to normal, she realised what she’d just done. Fucking in public was something she’d wanted to do for a long time. Propping herself up on her elbows, her lover trying to catch his breath next to her, she peered between her open knees at about a dozen spectators, old and young men leering at her open pussy. Behind them stood Earl and Cal, arms folded, each with a fresh towel.

  ‘Come on,’ she told The Thrill as she sat up, then stood and moved through the assembled, straight for Earl, who tried to hand her a towel. She tingled, the warm breeze tickling her naked body.

  ‘In a minute.’ She handed Earl her sunglasses, moved past and dove into the pool. She rinsed off and climbed out for the towel. Looking at Earl’s sunglasses as she towelled off, she said, ‘Well, you’ve seen it all.’

  ‘Everybody did.’

  She laughed as Al hurried by to rinse off in the pool, his bathing suit back on.

  Later, in the car, she realised Earl and Cal had gathered her clothes and purse as well as Al’s clothes. As the AC cooled her, she looked at Al and said, ‘How about dinner?’

  ‘Sounds like a winner to me.’

  At seven p.m. the Cadillac pulled up at the Bleu Marine, Lucy in the backseat thinking about what she’d done that afternoon. Those staring eyes when she was screwed there on the grass, the black guys rubbing their crotches, the older men watching with grins as she got good and fucked. She remembered Al’s face hovering over her, the serious look as he tried his best to make it last. It was deliciously naughty. She loved walking naked, feeling the air on her body when she moved and the stares following her.

  When she showered after, she wondered if anyone could have recognised her behind those sunglasses. No, no one had and getting the license plate number from the Caddy would be of little value since it was registered to a holding company in Jackson that was part of Delaware Corporation owned by a trust out of Grand Cayman.

  Earl and Cal had acted the same as always when they returned to pick her up for the drive to the casino. Even without sunglasses, their eyes revealed nothing of what they thought of her. Part of her wanted them to think of her as the friendly little girl from grammar school, part of her wanted them to know she was a little whore. Looked like the second part won out, only they were playing their cards cautiously. She’d have to talk to them about it, but not now.

  She knew she looked good, radiant after a good screwing. Her hair came out nice that evening, fuller than usual in the humidity, falling perfectly over her shoulders. She wore a dark green dress, short but not too short, matching high-heels and nude stockings, no panties, no bra. The dress had spaghetti straps and was fitted around her breasts, tight around her waist and fuller from her hips down. Satin, it felt cool to the touch.

  She wanted to look especially nice for Al and didn’t know why, exactly. He’d just had her and gave no indication what he thought of her exhibitionism, her out-of-control wantonness, her downright nasty side. As the Caddy parked and Al came out in a white linen shirt and light-weight tan slacks, brown boat shoes, Lucy knew she wanted one thing tonight – more cock.

  Al climbed in and took her hand, squeezing it as he leaned over and kissed her neck and up to her ear where he whispered, ‘You were incredible today. You had
me so hot and all those men too.’ Al leaned back and looked into her eyes. ‘Lucy, that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.’

  ‘Good,’ she said when he settled next to her. ‘You hungry?’

  ‘Ravenous.’

  She reached over and tapped his crotch. ‘After, you can ravish me again.’

  They dined at Fontenot’s, the most exclusive restaurant in nearby Gulfport. A rain squall followed them from the restaurant all the way back to Pass Christian and only dissipated as they turned off Highway 90 for the Incanto estate. Through the dark woods of pine, oak and the occasional magnolia tree, the Caddy took the winding road to the ante-bellum home. Surrounded by a veranda along its first floor, the estate was a three-storey Greek Revival with southern touches, including a red tile roof, French doors and balconies along the top floors supported by Ionic columns. Its white paint seemed to glow under the bright security lights. The Caddy parked beneath a large portico on the left as the first drops of rain reached the compound.

  They entered through a side door directly into a library filled with books, two sofas, wing-back chairs and a huge oriental rug. Lucy led Al through the front entrance foyer, past a twisting, marble staircase on the left, through the living room and into a formal dining room.

  ‘What would you like to drink?’

  ‘Scotch rocks?’

  She poured him a double, Chivas Regal, took his glass and a wine glass into the kitchen to get his ice and filled her glass with white Italian wine, another from Bolla called Soave. They went back to the living room, kicked off their shoes and sat at opposite ends of a blue loveseat. Lucy pulled her right knee up on the sofa, her left leg draped over the side, giving him a good view of her bush, since she wore no panties, just black thigh-high stockings.

  ‘I’m stuffed,’ she said.

  ‘One helluva meal,’ Al said then took a hit of scotch. ‘And this is quite a place you have.’

  ‘Big enough for a huge family. You like kids?’ Lucy fussed herself for not asking any of the of the previous candidates simple questions.

  ‘Sure, who doesn’t?’

  Lucy narrowed her left eye. ‘We know you like pussy.’

  ‘Sure, who doesn’t?’

  They both chuckled.

  ‘You feel up to making it up to me?’

  ‘Huh?’ He stopped his scotch half-way to his lips.

  She leaned back, opening her knees farther. ‘Taking your time with me. You know, a little slow hand. Today’s screwing was a quickie.’

  They finished their drinks and Lucy took his hand, led him up the staircase to her bedroom. They stripped each other in silence, except for the occasional excited exhalation of breath. She took him, cock in hand to her king-sized bed, let go as she lay back on it, legs spread.

  Al kissed her knees all the way up to her bush, kissed her soft, silken pubic hair, then around her pussy, breathing on it as his mouth passed from one side to the other. She felt the sudden coolness of his breath on her damp lips. He nibbled around her pussy, teasing it, leaving it untouched as Lucy felt her pelvis grinding in anticipation.

  This went on until she’d had enough and yanked his head to her pussy and his hot tongue slapped her clit, sending a sharp climax through her. Al worked his tongue against her clit, sucking and twirling it, making her back curl, driving shivers of pleasure through her. Al didn’t let up until a volcanic climax rocked her, causing her to lock her knees around his head and buck against his tonguing until the waves subsided.

  Al rose, slipped a condom on quickly and sank his cock into her, sending another sharp climax through her. He took his time fucking her, stopped when he was close to coming, kissing her neck, rising up to knead her breasts. Sinking his tongue into her mouth, she tasted her own pussy juices which sent her over again.

  He used three condoms that evening and was completely spent when he curled next to her around three a.m. She laid spread eagle, the ceiling fan cooling her with the AC. Lucy’s breathing finally evened out as sleep grabbed at her.

  Maybe, she thought, I am nymphomaniac. She wanted more cock, right now. She shook those thoughts away, replacing them with a vision of the Aegean, of shimmering multi-coloured waters. She let herself sink into that vision and drift away.

  Chapter 4

  You Can Leave Your Clothes There

  THE FOURTH “CANDIDATE” wore a pale yellow polo shirt, faded jeans and white tennis shoes. He looked like a high-schooler, maybe a college freshman, all bored-looking, head bobbing as he strolled in and plopped in the chair across from Lucy sitting behind her desk. His head bounced again as he took her in, crossing his legs. No socks,Lucy thought, and green eyes.

  Another Joseph, this one’s last name was Furfante, youngest son of Chicago Boss, Alphonse “The Turk” Furfante. When The Guag told her the nickname, she asked, ‘Wasn’t there a Turk in The Godfather?’ The Guag claimed to have never seen the movie. As if.

  ‘So,’ Furfante said, ‘don’t you think this is a little weird? Sorta old-world Sicilian?’ He shot her an inquisitive smile, looking much younger than 25.

  Lucy just stared back, poker-faced, revealing nothing. He shrugged and looked around the office. ‘You’re hot, all right, with those big eyes, full lips. That classic Italian look, Gina Lollobrigida, Sofia Loren, only petite, more 21st century.’ He raised a hand as if she was about to interrupt. ‘And I know you’re rich to end all, but if you think I come all this way just to go to bed with you, you’re mistaken. I’m saving myself for the woman I intend to marry.’

  His left eye squinted, real serious-like. ‘I guess that could be you.’

  Lucy kept it deadpan. ‘Does that line actually work with women?’

  He shrugged again. ‘Haven’t messed around with many women. Lotta girls. Some pretty freakin’ weird, like your secretary out there. She asked if I was the flower-sending type or one who sends CDs with love notes. I told her I was the minstrel-type and she said I was silly, only girls had periods.’

  Lucy almost lost it, but she clenched her teeth to keep from cracking up, swallowed hard and said, ‘So you sing?’

  ‘Sing? Oh, yeah.’ He laughed, stood up and started to come around the desk. Lucy got up and went around the far side of the desk, catching a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror. She wore an off white dress, short and somewhat diaphanous, with nothing under but cream-colored thigh-high stockings. Standing with her back to the windows she knew she was presenting him a nice view of her body. His eyes lit up as he came back around the front of the desk, came straight up to her and cupped her breasts in his hands.

  She almost gasped as he kneaded them.

  ‘What the hell are you doing?’ Unfortunately, her voice sounded excited instead of angry.

  ‘Nice,’ he said. ‘And firm.’ He pulled his hands away and yawned. ‘Real too.’

  ‘Do I bore you?’

  ‘Not really.’ He was staring at her pointed nipples. ‘Glad to see the girls appreciate my efforts.’

  What’s with this guy? He was young, yes. Abrasive, yes. But cute, especially when he smiled. Backing away now, fingers tapping his pants legs, a tune only he could hear.

  ‘So,’ he said. ‘What have you got planned for us?’

  Lucy remained in front of the window, catching him checking out her body parts as she went on, ‘We know you have the business acumen. At least we’re told you do. Do you have the desire to work and play here in the super-heat?’

  ‘It iskinda hot.’

  ‘How about a walk on the beach, maybe a swim? I’m sure our water’s warmer than Lake Michigan. You could use a little sun. You bring a bathing suit?’

  He nodded or bobbed his head as he looked at one of the two statues of Napoleon her father had in the office, the marble one depicting Napoleon crossing the Alps on a rearing steed. There was a nice oil copy of David’s painting back at the Incanto estate, above the staircase.

  ‘What, no Robert E. Lee?’ He was being cute now.

  ‘Got one of him in my bedro
om.’

  ‘Ah.’

  Lucy moved to him, put the palms of her hands against his chest and went up on her toes to brush his lips with hers. He kissed her back and they French kissed, softly at first then deeply, his hand cupping her ass as he rubbed his crotch against her.

  When she pulled away a few minutes later, he laughed and collapsed in his chair. She went around to sit in the captain’s chair.

  ‘You find me funny?’

  ‘No,’ he said. ‘I’m laughing at myself. My family, rather. You wouldn’t believe the lecture I got from the family to not try any moves on you. “She’s probably a virgin, untouched, an ice-princess. Probably a dog too”.’

  ‘I’m none of those things.’

  ‘You tellin’ me?’

  The beach at Henderson Point was clean at least, except for the pile of concrete rubble at the point dividing Bay St. Louis from the gulf. Beyond the beach were some new condo high rises and several shells of houses destroyed by Camille, some with just roofs and walls, some just walls, some just concrete slabs overgrown with brush. The Incantos owned most of this land, including the condo buildings and a large apartment house up from the point.

  The beach was public, of course. Lucy and Joe Furfante followed her twin bodyguards carrying the ice-chest and beach chairs down to the water. The sand was heavy and tan coloured, not as hard on the eyes when reflecting the bright sun. Lucy counted nine people on the beach as far as she could see. A sailboat slowly glided out of the bay into the choppier water of the gulf. Sandpipers raced at the water’s edge while noisy gulls fluttered overhead. There was only a hint of breeze, coming from the land, smelling of barbecue.

  Lucy wore a one-piece white bathing suit, fuchsia flip-flops and a white hat to keep the sun away from her face. She also wore her cat-eyed sunglasses, the ones with the turquoise frames. Furfante wore bomber-pilot sunglasses, reflective lens with a silver frame and a black Speedo bathing suit. He was lean with some muscle tone but was mostly skinny and barefoot, tip-toeing across the hot sand.