"I had a boyfriend in college, and we tried erotic-asphyxiation f.u.c.king. It was incredible! I"ve never had an o.r.g.a.s.m like that before or after. Jeff isn"t into stuff like that," Heidi said. "I love him, but geez, it"s tough to get him to be creative in the sack."
The leopard does not change his spots, Carla thought to herself. "So, there"s your chance. The Channel."
"Can I get a guy with a fourteen-inch d.i.c.k too?" Heidi wondered.
"Just think about it, and he"ll be there," Carla a.s.sured her.
"How do I get from here to there once I get The Channel?" Heidi asked.
"Just touch the screen when you see your fantasy coming up. You"ll figure it out, honey. Let me know how you liked it. I gotta go now. Pizza night, and my pie should be waiting at Tony"s."
"What goes with Chinese takeout?" Heidi wondered.
"I"d try a domestic Chardonnay or white zinfandel," Carla suggested. "See ya around, honey." And she was quickly gone to pay for her wine and pick up her pizza.
Heidi Millar purchased the Chardonnay. Jeff didn"t like pink wine, although she did prefer a zinfandel herself. She picked up the takeout at Wo Fat"s and drove back to Ansley Court. Was Carla Johnson kidding her? How was such a thing as this channel possible? Still, would it hurt to try it? If it existed. And if it didn"t, who was going to know? She just would say she didn"t do it. Fourteen inches of meat, she thought. Jeff had been so preoccupied lately with the divorce, the house, and how the whole thing was appearing to the partners and the clients that he had really neglected her. They used to have s.e.x every night. Now she was lucky if she could get him to get it up twice a week. She needed a good f.u.c.k, and she knew d.a.m.ned well she wasn"t going to get it from Jeff tonight, or tomorrow night after they had driven back to the city, or any night soon. So why not try The Channel and hope it really did exist? Fourteen inches. Two and a half inches in circ.u.mference. A c.o.c.k like that shoved up her would really feel good right now. She wanted some hot s.e.x. And she wanted it rough. Thinking about her college boyfriend"s hands about her neck squeezing, about her coming and coming, almost made Heidi drive off the road.
"Where have you been?" Jeff demanded in surly tones when she got to the house.
"Out picking us up a bottle of wine," she answered, going into the kitchen and setting down the bags. She could smell the Chinese, and her stomach rumbled in antic.i.p.ation.
"How long does it take to pick out a bottle of wine in this town?" he demanded.
"Hey, the wine shop here is cool. It"s got everything. I found that nice Australian white you like," she wheedled him. She held up the bottle as if it were a trophy, and gave him a quick kiss. "Now stop being so grumpy," she told him.
"What"s this?" he demanded to know, holding up a narrow box.
Heidi flushed. "It"s an e.p.t. test. Relax, I"m not pregnant. I was late, and I got nervous, but I got my period last week. I had it here so I could check this weekend if nothing happened."
"I told you no more kids!" he shouted, and then he slapped her. "Don"t I have enough trouble without that? I don"t want any more kids."
Stunned, Heidi"s hand went to her face. Her eyes filled with tears. "Well, maybe I want a kid. Just one. Your kids hate me, and besides, they"re grown."
"No kids," he told her firmly.
"You didn"t have to hit me, Jeff," she quavered.
"Baby, I"m sorry." He gave her a quick hug. "It"s this d.a.m.ned house! I hate it! I thought having her clothes packed away would do it, but Nora is everywhere in this house. I can"t wait to sell the place, and be done with it."
"We don"t have to come out here every weekend," Heidi said. "We"re missing all the good parties now, you know. And we were invited to the preview of that new show last night. And there are at least two concerts coming up that I wanted to go to, Jeff."
"I can"t leave the house alone on a weekend. It"s safe during the week, but on the weekends the kids around here run wild," he told her. "There"s nothing else for them to do but break into empty houses, drink the liquor, and trash the place. No, until I sell it, we"re coming out on the weekends. Now, could we eat? I"m beat, and I want to go to bed. Jesus, that new toothpaste account is giving me fits. The music for the commercial just isn"t right yet, and I can"t figure it out."
"You will," Heidi soothed him as she filled their plates with the Chinese takeout. Carla Johnson had d.a.m.ned well better not be kidding about this channel thing. Jeff was beginning to look less and less like Prince Charming. Maybe after she"d had a good f.u.c.k she"d feel better. After all he was a partner, and he had bought the co-op, even if she was paying the bridge loan herself. She had made him put the co-op in her name. He really did love her. Well, as much as Jeff could love anything, but then, they made a great team. Creatively they were terrific together. And he usually looked good on her arm. Eye candy, she thought, smiling to herself. Until recently. The divorce was really wearing him out.
When they had finished dinner, Heidi put their dishes in the dishwasher, realizing that it was now full after three weekends. Pouring soap into the soap container, she turned it on. She"d unload it next weekend when they ran out of dishes. Housekeeping was not her forte. It never had been. But judging from Nora Buckley"s well-kept, well-stocked kitchen, she was a Martha Stewart. I"ll bet she cooks well too, Heidi thought. Jeff didn"t seem to mind that Heidi didn"t cook. She defrosted, and she reheated, and she ordered out, but cook? Who had time?
"Any dessert?" he asked.
"Fortune and almond cookies," Heidi said.
"Give me two almond cookies, and I"ll finish the wine," he told her, pouring the remainder of it into his gla.s.s. "I"m going to bed. Sorry to leave you alone, baby, but I know you like The District." He put an arm about Heidi and gave her a kiss. "Night."
Heidi finished cleaning up, and then she went upstairs to shower. By the time she was in the black silk nightgown that looked as if it had been painted on her, Jeff was already snoring. Picking up the empty winegla.s.s, she returned downstairs. Going into the den, she picked up the handset of the telephone. For a long moment she hesitated, and then she realized she didn"t know the cable company"s number. Looking around, she found the cable listing and dialed the number. She asked for The Channel, and other than her slight start when the operator called her Mrs. Buckley, it all went smoothly. Channel sixty-nine. Well, that was subtle, wasn"t it? It was after eight o"clock. She turned on the television. The screen was dark, and then it lightened to show her a bedroom, dimly lit, with a large round bed in the center of it. Not at all hesitant, Heidi put her hand on the screen, and to both her surprise and delight, she found herself in that bedroom. Upon closer examination she saw the sheets were red satin. There was a mirrored ceiling above the bed. Heidi giggled. She had always imagined a room like this. There was something a little nasty, a little s.m.u.tty, and very sordid about a room with a king-sized round bed with a mirror above it and red satin sheets.
"Well, about time you showed up, Heidi," a rough male voice said, and he came from the shadows of the room. He was at least six feet six inches tall with broad shoulders and a wide chest. But his waist was narrow, as were his hips. "I"m Brad and I"m fourteen inches of hot meat." Reaching out, he pulled her into his arms. His hand ripped the front of her nightgown down, and he squeezed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "Nice, baby. Very nice."
"Hey, easy, big boy," Heidi said. "This is real silk not Lycra."
"Come on, baby, you like to be treated rough, and I know it," he replied, pulling her tightly against him. One hand was around her waist. The other was stroking her b.u.t.t. "I know what you want," he murmured in her ear, "and I can give it to you. You know I can, don"t you, Heidi? In a few minutes I"m going to spread your nice white body on those bloodred sheets. You"re going to open real wide for me, aren"t you, baby?"
Heidi could feel her excitement rising. Her heart was beating faster, and her c.l.i.t was beginning to tingle just listening to him. She was already wet. "Yes," she whispered in his ear, and her tongue began to lick it.
"And when I get you like that, baby, I"m going to shove myself right up you and let you feel what a real man feels like. Not like that old-enough-to-be-your-daddy lover you"ve got, but a real man. You need a real man, baby, doncha?" His hand pushed between her legs, and he thrust three fingers into her v.a.g.i.n.a, moving them back and forth until she was moaning with undisguised l.u.s.t. He laughed. "Oh, baby, you are hot to trot tonight, aren"t you? It"s your first visit to The Channel, and we"re going to make it a memorable visit, baby." He withdrew his fingers from her c.u.n.t, and shoved them into her mouth. "That"s the taste of hot p.u.s.s.y," he told her. "Suck "em clean now."
Heidi sucked the big fingers, almost swooning with her excitement. He was wearing a black thong, and she could see the great big wad his d.i.c.k made in the silky fabric. His dirty talk was so naughty, and she loved it. She looked up at him, fingers still in her mouth, and then she slowly pulled his fingers out from between her lips and said, "I"m a bad girl, Brad. What do you do to a bad girl? Huh, Brad? Huh?"
A grin lit his face. "Bad girls get spanked, baby." He held up his hand. "They get spanked with this."
"I"m not afraid of that old hand," she taunted him. Then her voice grew fearful. "But don"t take the strap to me, Brad! Please don"t!" Her lower lip quivered.
"So, you little b.i.t.c.h, you"re not afraid of my hand," he roared. "Then it"s the strap for you, girl." It appeared magically in his hand, a broad piece of leather at least six inches in width, the ends split into narrow strips that had been knotted. "Get over there!" he said, pointing to a high upholstered bench. He half dragged her across the room, threw her across the bench roughly, and imprisoned her wrists in two manacles attached to the bench"s front legs.
"Ohh, Brad!" Heidi cried, but her eyes were bright with her desire.
"I"ll teach you to defy me, you little b.i.t.c.h," he growled, and brought the strap down on her helpless b.u.t.tocks.
She was almost ashamed at how much she was enjoying this. It was a part of her nature she had always, except on one or two occasions, kept hidden from public scrutiny. But here in The Channel she was able to live out her wildest desires. She squealed and pleaded as he brought the strap down again and again. The tiny knotted strips burned as they bit into her flesh. Some of them even curved under to sting her p.u.s.s.y. Finally she cried out that she would always be good, and he stopped. But then she felt his hands holding her steady, and his big d.i.c.k pushing slowly into her v.a.g.i.n.a from the rear. Heidi squealed again, and then came, unable to help herself. But it was just a small climax.
Laughing, Brad released her from the manacles and walked her to the bed, his hand firmly gripping the back of her neck. "You"re a little liar," he said. "You don"t know how to be good, do you, Heidi? Say it! Say, "I"m a liar." "
"No," she said. "I won"t!"
He slapped her hard. "Say it!"
"No!" He slapped her again, and this time her head snapped back. "No!"
His hand wrapped about her hair, and he yanked her head back as he began slapping her b.r.e.a.s.t.s hard, pinching the nipples. "Say it!"
"No!"
"Say "I"m a liar," baby." He reached down, and pinched her c.l.i.t hard.
"I"m a liar!" she shrieked. G.o.d! This was wonderful. She could hardly wait for what was coming next. By some d.a.m.ned magic she didn"t understand, he knew exactly what she wanted. "I want to be f.u.c.ked," she moaned.
"I know," he said, "but first you"re going to lick my b.a.l.l.s. I like having my b.a.l.l.s licked by a pretty girl. And if I like how you do it, then I"ll give you what you want, baby. That"s fair, isn"t it?"
"If this is my fantasy, shouldn"t I be in charge?" Heidi demanded to know.
"You don"t want to be the boss, baby," Brad mocked her. "Out there in that other world you want to be the boss, but not here. This is where you"re going to come so you can be the slave, be mastered, "cause you need that, Heidi, and you want it. Then you can go back into your reality, and be a perfect b.i.t.c.h and get what you want there, which is power. You went after Jeff Buckley because you thought he could give you the power you sought. He was the perfect target with his big ego and libidinous nature, but you"ll never be satisfied with him. If you marry him, he"ll keep you on a tight leash like he has kept Nora. I"m the lover you"ve always wanted, Heidi. I"m in charge here. Do what I told you, you little b.i.t.c.h!" He sprawled on the red satin sheets, his long legs spread wide. "Get going, or I"ll send you back right now."
Heidi believed him. She scrambled between his legs, reaching for his p.e.n.i.s.
"Don"t touch it," he told her. "I"ll hold it up for you. You just lick."
"Please," she begged him, "I want to suck it! I want to suck it bad, Brad."
"Lick, b.i.t.c.h, and if I like the way you do it, I"ll give you a little taste," he commanded.
She crawled to where his b.a.l.l.s, encased in a large hairy sac, lay pendulous between his legs. She licked at him, tentatively at first, and then with more a.s.surance. She could feel the twin b.a.l.l.s beneath the fleshy sac rolling around beneath her tongue. She took the sac in her mouth, pushing it about with her tongue. He groaned.
"That"s nice, baby, that"s nice," he praised her. "Okay, you can suck my d.i.c.k for a minute or two," he rewarded her.
Carefully she released his b.a.l.l.s from her mouth and eagerly replaced them with his engorged p.e.n.i.s, moaning with pleasure as he filled her mouth and pushed down into her throat. She was in heaven. But for a little poke he hadn"t even really f.u.c.ked her yet, and it was still the best s.e.x she had ever had. But she needed it all tonight. It had been so long since she had really been satisfied.
Jeff needed Viagara most nights to get it up. She really had to work to keep him going. And he wasn"t s.e.xually adventurous at all. She had thought he would be the perfect husband for her. Rich. Powerful. And able to advance her career. It was a compromise she had thought she could make, but now that she had found The Channel she wasn"t certain. She was a h.e.l.luva lot smarter than Jeff, and most of the pitches he"d been taking credit for in the last year were hers. He was running dry creatively. Heidi suddenly realized that she didn"t need Jeff Buckley to get ahead. And she didn"t need to go down on old men anymore. She knew she was clever enough to work the senior partners. Her mind flew back to Brad.
He was like iron in her mouth. She released him. "I want to be f.u.c.ked," she said. "Now, Brad! And you know how I want it, don"t you? I want it to be the best I"ve ever had. The absolute best, Brad. Let"s use that big piece of meat like it was meant to be used." Heidi lay back, and spread herself open to him.
His face was impa.s.sive. He slid an overstuffed bolster beneath her hips to raise her up so he could get in as deep as possible.
"Tie my hands," she said suddenly to him. "Let"s make it really exciting."
He took his black silk thong and bound her wrists over her head. "Not too tight?"
"Just right," she told him.
He crawled between her milky thighs, and began to lick her most intimate flesh. His fleshy tongue probed, and pushed. He flicked it back and forth over her c.l.i.toris, giving her several small c.l.i.toral o.r.g.a.s.ms. Finally he decided she was wet enough, and he slid between her legs, guiding himself with one hand, balancing on the other. His p.e.n.i.s pushed slowly and carefully into her v.a.g.i.n.a. Inch by inch he moved himself up her love pa.s.sage, driving deeper and deeper into the hot maw of her.
"Oh! My! G.o.d!" Heidi groaned as his huge c.o.c.k filled her. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate him. "Oh! My! G.o.d!" He was going to tear her apart, and he kept plunging deeper, and deeper. This was the emperor of all p.e.n.i.ses. King p.e.n.i.s. And it was all hers. "Ohhhh!" He was moving on her. Moving back and forth. Faster and faster and faster. He was like a d.a.m.ned machine! It was incredible, but it could be better. "Do it!" Heidi told him. "Do it now! Ahhh!" He had hit her G-spot. "Now! Now!" she insisted.
"Very well, Heidi, my naughty b.i.t.c.h, you shall have your heart"s desire," Brad said as he sat atop her, his c.o.c.k buried deep within her fevered body. He looked down at her. Her eyes were closed with antic.i.p.ation of the bliss to come. His big hands fastened about her slender throat, and slowly he began to squeeze as he continued to f.u.c.k her. His fingers pressed down slowly, letting her experience pleasure such as she had known only once before. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her face glowed with unimaginable, incredible pa.s.sion. And when he saw that she had reached the apex of the experience, he climaxed in a fierce rush.
Heidi was unconscious, and his finger marks were visible around her slender neck. Brad rolled off of her and lay on his back breathing heavily. When he had recovered, he leaned over and untied her hands. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, confused at first, and then remembering.
"That was absolutely the best s.e.x I have ever had," she whispered, her voice a little raspy. "How the h.e.l.l is this all possible?"
"Do you really care?" he responded. "You just want a big c.o.c.k, and I"ve got one. And you need a man who knows how to handle you, baby. I do." He got up, and pulled the black thong on. "I"m going now," he told her.
"But I don"t want you to," Heidi whined at him. "I want more c.o.c.k!"
Reaching out, he wrapped his big hand in her blond hair and yanked her up. "What did I tell you, baby?" He slapped her hard, and her head snapped back. "What did I tell you?" He slapped her again, and glared down into her face.
"You said I need to be mastered," Heidi whimpered.
"And?" His hand tightened in her hair.
"You said I"m the slave here," Heidi half sobbed. He was hurting her, and she found she was aroused by it.
The hand in her hair loosened, and he pulled her into his arms now, giving her a quick kiss of approval, caressing her b.u.t.t softly. "That"s right, baby. I"m the master. And as long as you understand that, we"re going to do just fine." He let her go and walked toward the elevator door.
"Brad?"
"Yeah, baby?" The doors opened.
"You"ll come back?" Heidi quavered. She couldn"t bear it if he didn"t come back.
"I"ll be here when you come, baby," he told her. He stepped into the elevator.
"Wait! How do I get back?" she asked.
"You"re on your way now," he told her as the doors closed.
And Heidi felt herself growing dizzy, and the sensation of falling. Her eyes closed just briefly, and then flew open. She was back in the den of the house in her chair. There was a test pattern on the television. Heidi clicked the channel changer off and got up. My G.o.d, she thought, her v.a.g.i.n.a felt sore as if it had been stretched by something very big. And her neck. She rubbed it. Then the realization began to set in. The Channel was real. Very, very real! Her heart raced with her excitement. I"ve got to go to bed, she thought silently. This can"t be, and once I"ve had a good sleep it will all fall into place.
In the bedroom Jeff was snoring, but as her weight touched the bed, he awoke and rolled over. "You just coming to bed?" he demanded.
"I fell asleep in front of the television," she lied.
He began to fondle her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "I"m h.o.r.n.y," he said. "Let"s do it." He pushed her nightgown up and rolled on top of her. He slept naked.
"Jeff!" Heidi protested. "A little foreplay would be nice."
"You"re already wet, babe. I think my Heidi is h.o.r.n.y too," he chuckled, and shoved his p.e.n.i.s into her. Then he began to f.u.c.k her quickly, and within a moment he had come. He pulled out. "That was good," he said.
Heidi jumped up. "Good for who?" she hissed at him. "I sure as h.e.l.l didn"t get anything out of it. Wham! Bam! And no thank-you-ma"am! I am b.l.o.o.d.y tired of this."
He was on his feet. "If you didn"t get anything out of it, it"s your fault, not mine," he snarled. "Women say I"m good at what I do." He leered at her.
"Women who want something from you, you mean," she snapped back at him. "How many times have I told you a woman needs a little time. Five pokes and you"re out, and you think I have had enough time?" She stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door.
Jeff followed her, and when he found the door locked, he put his shoulder against it and pushed it in. "What the h.e.l.l has gotten into you, Heidi?" he demanded to know.
"I just realized that I don"t need you anymore, Jeff," she said coldly.
"What the h.e.l.l is that supposed to mean? I"m in love with you. I"m divorcing my wife. I went out on a limb to buy that d.a.m.ned co-op for us."
"You made the down payment with your kids" college money, and I"ve been paying the bridge loan while your divorce has been stalled," she shouted at him. "And for the record, I don"t love you! And I"m not going to marry you, Jeff. And I"m going to Mr. Wickham Junior and tell him whose ideas you"ve been using for the agency"s clients, and who has been writing the copy. And when I"m through I"ll have a vice presidency, and you will be yesterday"s headline story. Now get out of the bathroom so I can shower. There must be a bus that goes back to the city from this place, and I"m going as soon as I can." She gave him a shove, and then another.
Jeff Buckley"s temper exploded. "You conniving little b.i.t.c.h!" he yelled at her, and then he began to hit her again and again.
Heidi screamed. When Brad smacked her around he didn"t really hurt her, and she had loved it because Brad was her master now. But Jeff was hurting her. She felt a warm trickle of blood coming from her nose. She screamed again and, pushing past him, ran from the bedroom and down the stairs toward the front door. He was right behind her, roaring his outrage. She fumbled with the locks on the front door even as he grabbed her and swung her around to slap her again. Heidi reached out for the antique vase on the hall table and, gripping it in her fingers, slammed it down on Jeff"s head. He stumbled back, dazed, and it gave her just enough time to get the door open. Then she ran across the lawn screaming at the top of her lungs.
Within minutes windows were opening in response to her cries for help. Jeff had regained his equilibrium and was trying to drag her back into the house. Heidi fought him like a tigress, and continued to shriek. Sam Seligmann and Rick Johnson, in robes, came from their houses to separate the combatants. Heidi flung her arms about Dr. Seligmann, sobbing. Sam looked somewhat startled as the girl in the black negligee clung to him.
"Don"t let him hurt me again," she pleaded, her gray eyes overflowing with tears. "Please don"t let him hurt me again."
"It"s alright, my dear," Sam said. "Come with me now," and he led her across the cul-de-sac into his house.