1“Over My Head”
By A.H. Scott
Copyright 2011 A.H. Scott
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Over My Head
by
A.H. Scott
Chapter One
Lawrence Chase felt himself lucky. A good job and great wife were all signs of fortune. Married to his employer's daughter, his future seemed brighter than a thousand stars. Angela Carter's passion and spirit filled him with overwhelming joy. Larry found a gem in Angie.
With light temperament and coy smile, Angela had a varied effect on every man she came in contact with. Angela's own sense of fortune, was reflected in being adored by all the men in her life. From her husband to her father, she had the persuasive gift in wrapping each of them around her manicured finger.
Yet, even with the ease of the feminine power that Angela Chase had, her husband Larry waltzed with a mistress that no spouse would ever compete with.
Lawrence's luck began to slip with every losing hand from a blackjack table at the Rabbit's Foot in 1979.
Beneath the shimmering surface of the Chases' relationship, there existed jagged shards that pricked away at the portrait of marital tranquility.
Doubts and misgivings that had been locked away in internal silence within husband and wife, suddenly began to sound once again with the jangling keys of secrets and lies.
For Lawrence, he thought staying on top of his losses at the Rabbit's Foot and a few other locations around the state, would be a secret that would be easy to keep from his wife. But, he knew in the back of his mind, that Angela would be the precious petal being betrayed by a spouse whose ego had gotten the best of him when the truth came out.
As for Angela, there were the lies that she told herself about Larry not gambling anymore. But, beyond the financial storm that had begun to swirl around her world, there remained something far more destructive than a husband's rising debt.
It was something that neither of them wanted to face head on or speak of. But, a lie of the heart would never stay buried forever.
Alas, life wasn't as placid as this couple would have wished it to be.
During a period within the first two months of their marriage in 1975, Larry's gambling debts became an accepted burden which Angie paid off. Like any other loving spouse, she wanted to help her husband with any complications that arose. Pulling Lawrence's neck out of that financial noose, Angela sold several savings bonds.
Pity this husband didn't learn his lesson back then in those blossoming days of marital bliss.
One thing that Larry didn't want to do at this present time in 1979, was to go to his wife for those funds as in prior days of their marriage in 1975 for the sum of thirty-five thousand dollars.
At an unlicensed gambling establishment off Highway 44 and 49 in Fairwater, Wisconsin, Larry's debts began to rise with several digits. He knew this reality couldn't be placed on his beloved Angie's subtle shoulders.
The Rabbit's Foot seemed an unlikely place for him to stand on that tightrope of self-destruction. Yet, there Lawrence Chase was on a June night in 1979.
Rommoulus Thorne, manager and owner of The Rabbit's Foot had physical similarities to film noir actor Sydney Greenstreet. His large frame and commanding presence intimidated many unfortunate patrons in this Fairwater gambling establishment.
One person who was on that descending scale of favor was seated at the blackjack table.
June 19th seemed like any other night at the Rabbit's Foot for this regular patron. Man who sat at the table was a slightly anxious businessman from Eau Claire, dressed in tan suit with a white shirt and black tie. Hand after hand of cards coming up short to the number twenty-one, was making him begin to squirm in of the red chairs seated around the black gaming table.
Thorne and two of his employees stood near a column nearby the blackjack table, watching the spectacle of lost bets by this single man seated there.
Born Rafik-el Rommoulus Talami, this Turkish native had been in the United States since the late 1950's. After changing his name to the more innocuous Thorne, from a trip to the Thorne Market in Fond du Lac, Rommoulus began a new life of prosperity.
Having had prior visa problems that led to a sizable fine by the IRS, Rommoulus was blocked from a full licensing of the Rabbit's Foot in 1966. Without the liquor license needed for full expansion of his business, The Rabbit's Foot would always remain on the shady side of the gambling world.
The last thing that Rommoulus Thorne needed was a blackjack table that had little to no action occurring around it. Thorne made a decision to talk to the seated patron.
Six words that no gambler ever wanted to hear came from Rommoulus Thorne, "The table is closed to you".
"Listen, just one more bet" ,pant of urgency rolled from Larry's lips, as two cards rested upon that dark green velour table top, "I've got a good feeling about this next one".
Thorne placed his hand onto the blackjack table, as fingers tapped the two cards that were just dealt to this man by the dealer, "Larry" ,Rommoulus nodded to the dealer and the neatly dressed croupier walked away from that table slowly.
Lawrence Chase had taken many an evening sojourn East on I-94 from Eau Claire to Fairwater and saw no reason to exit early.
Childish petulance came over Larry, has he wished to stay at that blackjack table, "No" ,raising voice to a level pitch where several other patrons gazed at him, Chase lowered his voice and smiled, "I want to continue".
With a diplomatic flair, Rommoulus Thorne bent over slightly and whispered downward to Chase's left ear, "Don't make a scene, Chase" ,not wanting their business to be known by anyone else on the gaming floor of the Rabbit's Foot, "I want you to stand up and come with me".
Dejected at not having a winning hand at the moment, Lawrence Chase stood and began to walk with Thorne and two other men behind him, "I just don't know what went wrong" ,shaking his head in disbelief at the possibility of a losing streak washing over him, he added "I was up 50".
The quartet walked across the gaming floor and towards the back of the building, where some offices were located. Pair of other males stopped a few feet from the last office in the rear and waited for further instructions from Thorne.
Ambling through his office door, Rommoulus waved him inside and closed the door behind them, "And, now you're down 250" ,Thorne pointed to a straight-back, black leather chair, "Sit down, Larry, we need to talk".
Slightly agitated by the owner's request, Larry sat down and sputtered, "I've got to get back out there" ,almost feeling that itch of the gambling bug nibbling at his essence, Chase gently squirmed in that leather chair.
Fairwater business owner laid this client's digits bare to him, "Lawrence, you owe the house 250" ,Thorne took the patron's history into account, "Now, I let your credit get that high, because in the past whenever you owed a large chunk it was paid back quite quickly". Alas, for Rommoulus Thorne, past performances were negligible.
Scratching head at the thought of that debt dangling above his head, Larry exhaled with a hint of desperation, "Well, that sum might not be so easy to come up with".
"This is why you are in here" ,Rommoulus inhaled deeply and dropped a verbal bomb on Chase, "The door will not let you in anymore".
"But, I-" ,Chase paused and thought of all the times he'd been in the Rabbit's Foot over many months, "I've been a good customer to you".
Thorne chuckled at the optimistic fortitude that Chase tossed his way, "Good? Well, that's debatable" ,getting right to the core of why Larry was in that office, "Your losses outweigh your winnings".
"You know me, I'm good for it" ,Chase made no bones in the past to Thorne about who his employer was in Eau Claire. And, at this point in the waning night, he was going to use any ace of remaining at the Rabbit's Foot that was available to him.
Maybe, Carter Manufacturing Corporation held weight in Eau Claire's financial spreadsheets. Yet, in the back room of an unlicensed gambling operation in Fairwater, the only weight that mattered was Rommoulus'.
"The house can no longer cover your credit" ,Thorne rested large frame against sturdy structure and folded arms, "You are no longer welcome here".
The Rabbit's Foot's owner laid out the reality of what was happening that June night to this faltering card player, without frills or puffery.
Lawrence Chase was fitting the mold of the gambler that could see a winning hand just over the horizon. Yet, was unwilling to just give up his place at the gaming table, "I'm just having a bad streak, that's all. It will pick up soon".
"I'm sorry, Larry" ,slowly he walked behind his black Lucite desk, pulled a single paper from its drawer and placed it next to a gold ballpoint pen, "I need you to sign this note for the 250".
Lawrence Chase signed the paper quickly, thinking that he'd be able to get in a few more hands of blackjack before leaving for that night, "Now, what?"
Adorned n a light colored suit, Thorne spoke, "Don't be the rabbit, Larry", smirking at the thought of how unlucky that foot was for the hare, another bewildered beast came to this elder male's mind, "Or, in this case, the ostrich".
Larry's luck became a figment of his own ego. Being a gimpy bunny was one thing of misfortune. He could outride the losses in future months. Alas, turning into that flightless bird that didn't realize the depths of financial loss Chase actually was in, transformed into a shame that not even his wife would be told of.
Blindsided by these events in the Rabbit's Foot, he was a bit baffled with that comparison, "I don't understand".
As a man who'd known the bitter brew of revenge from his youth in Turkey, Rommoulus ruminated to Larry, "In my country, when a man doesn't pay his debts, the dawn never rises for him ever again" ,for the present moment, a tempered reaction was needed, "But, then again, Mr. Chase, this isn't my country. It's yours".
Wanting to wash Chase out of his hair, Thorne made a decision of what should be done with this unfortunate gambler. Larry had come to the end of the line.
Rommoulus walked to the door and motioned for two of his employees to enter the office. No violence would ever come from this Turk on the American shores. A dismissal of this losing patron was best for all involved, as he spoke to a pair of men, "Please, show Mr. Chase outside".
Motioning out of the chair, Larry muttered, "Are you throwing me out?" ,almost unable to believe that his time could ever be up at the Rabbit's Foot, Chase shrugged and gazed at Thorne and this pair.
One man in his mid-30's had a slim build with a dark suit on. As for the other person, he was a tall Nordic blond in his early-40's. Larry had seen them around the Rabbit's Foot many times and knew what their duties were. Sad for him, they would be acting upon throwing out the unpaying trash of this evening.
"No, no, no" ,Rommoulus Thorne became amused at this circumstance of Chase, "Think of this as a final escort" ,right hand waved Larry away, "Hope your luck changes soon, Larry" ,letting out a sigh of relief, "Good night".
To some, the stuff that dreams were made of were seen as an elusive black bird, while others viewed it as a shaky hand holding a wad of crumpled dollar bills. The latter remained foremost in Thorne's mind.
Life wasn't a motion picture in the mold of John Huston's 1941 classic. But, the similarities between fiction and reality had those moments of clarity. And, this for Rommoulus Thorne and a departing Lawrence Chase transformed into one of them.
Not giving up on his chase for recapturing any prior luck at the table, Chase walked through the gaming floor towards the front entrance with the pair of men, "Fellas, just one more round?"
Slim man in dark brown suit placed a hand on Larry's back, while giving him a slight push outside the doors, "Sorry, Larry".
"Take care of yourself, Chase" ,Tall man with slicked back blond hair stood by that open door and shook Lawrence's hand for the final time, "Good night".
Walking out into the moonlight alone, he walked to his car quickly. Chase became a scattered soul, while entering the Volvo and opening the glove compartment. Grasping a handful of objects and tossing them onto the passenger seat, Larry began flipping through several bank books in a frantic search for funds. Taking a notepad and pen from the open glove compartment, he began scribbling down several numbers onto paper. From seven different bank accounts, the total cash that was available to him at that late moment of June 19th was only forty-five thousand dollars to pay the house back with.
Ironically, it was conversation during a fishing trip with friends on Beechwood Lake that originally led him to Marigold Isle Casino for a few spins of a roulette wheel. Locals at that casino in Beechwood, were actually the ones who pointed him from Sheboygan and into the direction of Fairwater's gambling Mecca of the Rabbit's Foot.
For Lawrence Chase, that lucky symbol of a rabbit's foot seemed as unlucky for the hare as it was to his own fractured financial horizon.
Three weeks after that dismissal in Fairwater, several markers of various denominations were brought up by an Eau Claire resident. It would be that being, who would hold several former Wisconsin clients' monetary future from the Rabbit's Foot. One of which, was Lawrence Chase.
As three men sat inside an Eau Claire location on July 17th, a small pile of yellow papers were stacked in the middle of a tan colored table.
Male of caramel hue spoke to another next to him, "It's 250, right?", scribbling black ink onto white paper.
Second man nodded, "Yep".
With pen in hand, he held paper upward for the second male to respond, "Are you sure you want to keep this marker?"
"As I live and breathe", looking at that item in his friend's hand, he laughed.
Dark eyes and baldhead, gave the third man a striking appearance, "Well, the air is expensive in Eau Claire".
Man seated in the middle acknowledged that fact, "As are the ladies, Iris".
The location was the Eight Ball. Gennaro Esposito held the pen and papers, while follicle challenged; Iris Mendoza sat to the far left of the second male. And, the owner of this business, Nicholas Bell, remained the contemplative core of this trio.
For an astute acquirer of information and debts, Nicholas Bell polished those coins of cache.
He knew that someday his investment in time and treasury would bear flourishing fruit. Maybe for Bell, someday might be just across the horizon of destiny.
Unlucky person that owed that sum was Lawrence Chase.
Eau Claire lawyer, Edward Longfellow had several clients that were connected to Marigold Isle Casino in Beechwood. During a conversation with one of them, the name Chase came up. As if it were a bell ringing in his ears, Longfellow was set off on a mission to find out more. From Beechwood, a little legwork led him to the Rabbit's Foot in Fairwater.
Lawyer Longfellow wasn't just an unknown entity to Lawrence Chase. He had a connection to Larry, because of his business and personal ties to Angela's father, Arthur Carter.
Eddie finding out about the monetary mess that Larry had gotten himself into, led him to think about Angie being hurt by her husband's actions.
An unpleasant task of giving Angela Chasse the grim news about her husband, was complicated by Edward knowing who owned that hefty marker.
There were two paths of existence in Eau Claire .One, which Arthur and Angela Carter Chase glided along a silken road. Two, was Nicholas Bell and his compatriots maneuvering a more gritty path. For Edward, it was this factor that made something simple suddenly complex.
Far more than just corporation counsel for Carter Manufacturing Corporation, Edward Longfellow had dual alliances with both Carters. Both professionally and socially. Second of which, were events that occurred a year after his longtime friend's daughter had gotten into some knotty legal problems.
Coincidently, the aforementioned community service that the college graduate was sentenced to didn't turn out as she expected.
Angela had a secret of her own.
Chapter Two
A year after Angela Carter's court-ordered, community service ended in July 1971, an unexpected admirer let himself be known. At Eau-Claire Country Club, an annual charity fundraiser for the local children's hospital was underway on a July day.
Arthur Carter, Edward Longfellow and several others, were golfing for a good cause. Alas, it would be Angela that would be proposed a hole in one, during this event.
Being noticed by a man in a way other than just parental seemed to be a welcoming experience for this free spirited female in her twenties.
Edward Longfellow stood closely behind an orange adorned Angela, at the fifteenth hole. Unlike all the other times he'd given this young woman advice, an aroused whisper flowed into Angela's ear, "I have a present for you, Angela".
Angela had known how a man speaks to a woman he wanted to be with. This time, those words came from Edward's lips. Capable of getting a man aroused, the flattery of being desired filled this 22 year-old woman with glee.
Supportively rubbing her extending shoulders, Angela responded as such, to Longfellow's not so platonic intentions, "Eddie, I can come by your place around nine tonight, okay", swinging golf club briskly. Sleeveless orange dress slightly rose, as those bare arms motioned upward.
As she concluded, an attentive Edward swung his club and smiled at this receptive rose, "Perfect".
Attorney Edward Longfellow had just made a pass at the daughter of a longtime friend, who was standing within twenty feet of them. Carter Manufacturing Corporation's legal counsel might be swimming in that shallow end of employment's ocean, if this proposal of passion were known by anyone.
By the 18th hole in July 1972, a flirtatious Angie had gotten Eddie's attention with a few flicks of curled hair. After pictures were taken for the local newspaper, Carter and his daughter returned to his estate. They both had an early supper at 6:45.
Telling Arthur that she'd be visiting a girlfriend in Madison later that evening, Angela drove to Edward's home a little bit before nine.
When Longfellow married Wanda Kelly over three years ago, Edward thought it was a union that would last. Thus, when Wanda filed for divorce, a woman who'd seen the riches of being a defense attorney's wife leaving her a quite wealthy former spouse took this skillful attorney to the cleaners.
Ink on the divorce papers dried two weeks before Edward made an explosive decision of changing the aspects of a prior relationship with another member of the opposite sex.
What made for a messy divorce, was a wife who knew all of her husband's secrets in business and bed.
Not being a defender of the virginal, it was obvious that several of Mr. Longfellow's highly paying clients wanted to find the jail door opened at the end of their court cases. Knowing the law and massaging it, were something Edward was quite accomplished at doing over his career.
As for what went on behind closed doors of the Longfellow household, that was grist for Kelly's greedy mill. A husband's fantasies and desires with her, were twisted to the point of taking marital experimentation towards the fringes of something macabre.
Wanda Kelly loaded that shotgun of exposure and pointed it squarely at Edward's withered pride. He backed down, turned tail and gave a bitter wife what she wanted. In this case, it was a sizable chunk of this male's hide.
Parking down the street from Edward's home, Angela pulled a tan raincoat tightly closed with a belt. Beneath it, were a blue skirt with a slit and evergreen silk blouse. Her blue pumps softly tapped along the concrete in the alley behind his home.
Two persons lives were about to change forever.
An open sliding glass door was Carter's entry into the partially lit first floor. Taking off that raincoat, she tossed it onto a white easy chair. Looking around the living room for the home's owner, Angela heard a familiar sound.
Eddie's voice traveled downstairs, "Angela, open the box on the downstairs sofa. It's my present to you".
Making her way over to a blue floral sofa, a hatbox sized lilac colored box with red bow was positioned. Pulling that ribbon loose from this box, Angela opened this container of the unknown. Those manicured hands pulled out a garment of bright red. A note which accompanied it, asked for that item to be placed onto its reader.
Unsure of what the night would hold from this interesting point, Angela walked into a bathroom and disrobed completely. What Edward had left for his guest to wear when going upstairs to the master bedroom, was a red, vinyl corset.
With all the bells and whistles to tempt a man with, it had silver zipper at its crotch. Angela's bare breasts were covered with tiny silver buckles and zippers. This stretchy plastic would be a sight to behold for her mate of this evening.
Not knowing what Edward wanted from her, she pulled hair back into a ponytail. She opted to take off those blue shoes and place them next to a small clump of clothing on a hamper in his downstairs bathroom.
Climbing the blue-carpeted stairs, her feet made no noise at all. Located at the end of a hallway, a master bedroom door. Twisting the doorknob, Angela found an interesting visual with it's opening.
Edward Longfellow laying on a king size bed wore only black silk shorts. Situated on a burgundy comforter, this male gazed at his approaching guest, "Over on the nightstand, there are four ropes. I want you to place them on me, Angela".
Ponytail started to sway, as Angela began to shrug at his request, "Eddie? I don't know".
"Angela, you do trust me, don't you?", trying to reassure her that everything he wanted to be done was desired by Edward.
"Of course, I trust you, Eddie", tiny chuckle flowed from her lips, as she looked over at the nightstand.
"Angela, let your hair down, also", pleased with the sight before him, he wanted to see that hair flow downward.
Rolling rubber band off of clasped hair, Angela shook waves of curls free against her shoulders, "Like this, Uncle Eddie?"
As each hair fell lower, Edward's tongue passed through his lips, "My God, you are a stunning sight, Angie".
"Thank you", relishing the attention this man was giving her, Angela softly shook that mane around those milky shoulders. Her breasts were tightly stuffed into that crimson corset, and moved as she took each breath. Edward watched her with a horny hankering.
"Flashbulbs would lick your flesh with fire", Longfellow's dexterous dialogue filled the air, "Angela, photographs could never do justice to that body of yours"
"You know how to make me melt, Uncle Eddie", cheeks slightly blushed, gazing at those ropes and listening to the male lavish such words of devotion to her.
"Place one each on my legs. Tie them around the bedpost", Edward held his right foot towards the edge of that large bed, while placing a hand onto the dark wooden post, "Then, I want you to tie my hands, also".
Angela began to slowly pull one of those red ropes from the black nightstand into her hands. That right foot was contained with a moderately tightened knot, "Like this?"
"Yes, Angela. That's very good", training this adorned angel in the art of rope work, Edward led the way.
Left foot was held in place with Angela's thigh against his ankle. As she secured this limb, Edward began to motion a toe against her soft skin, "Eddie, that tickles".
"It does for me, too", feeling that object twisting his foot into place, an eager Edward murmured a wish, "Continue, sweet, sweet Angela".
Walking over to the right side of the bed, Angela's hip was touched by Longfellow's mobile arm. Third rope was tied to its post quickly. Returning to contain the final limb of this male, Angela needed to hear his approval on what she was doing, "Eddie, are you sure about this?"
As that question came from those slick lips, there was only a nod that expressed what he felt towards this female's actions. Edward Longfellow was before her, with a mountain beneath those silk shorts. And, tender young Angela Carter enjoying that erotic power over this male.
The man looking at her was different than the person she'd known since early childhood. Pigtailed girl Edward had known transformed into swan of dulcet delight. Person who lay on that bed with yearning in those eyes, came to be a male that expressed interest in the beautiful woman Angela had become.
"Is this what you want, Eddie?", shyly holding arms behind her back Angela squeezed fingers tightly together. As she did so, those pink nipples began to peek out of their vinyl container. Unprepared for what was expected of her in that brightly lit bedroom, Carter began to shiver.
"You know, Angie. Better than you realize", Longfellow's lips moved, as eyes took in the full package of feminine presence in that master bedroom. That corset clung to every curve of soft skin, as Angela smiled.
He knew he wouldn't be the first man that she'd been with. But, Edward did want to make this night a memorable one.
Still reeling from what she wearing in this man's bedroom, Carter exhaled lightly, "I can't believe I'm trussed up for you", taking in the image of an always in control Longfellow being constrained by her hand, "And, you roped up for me".
"Believe it, beautiful. Just looking at you in that, is more than the wettest dream I've ever had about you, baby", letting known his building lust for her, Edward swallowed a lump of arousal in throat.
"Yeah", playfully squeezing Edward's big, right toe, Angela slightly grilled him, "How long have you wanted me, Uncle Eddie?"
Calling him Uncle Eddie ever since she was under ten years old, Angela knew their relationship would be taking a trip out of life's previous stratosphere. Although not related by blood, Longfellow had been a friend of Arthur Carter for over three decades. In some ways, Angie's referral to him as Uncle could heighten the events that were about to take place.
"When you came home from graduating college, I saw a woman", inhaling a whiff of lavender fragrance on Angela's skin, Edward gently sighed, "A fully formed woman. Who could make any man melt for her".
"Does my father know?", flicking index finger against that big toe, Angie spoke like a crafty kitty, "That you wanna fuck his little girl?"
"Angela, you're not anyone's little girl", Edward felt a tinge of nervousness over the tone of that questioning, as a glimmer of her telling Arthur could be possible, "This is between us".
Letting that big toe go gently, she smiled down at this excited male, "That's good. I wouldn't want to disappoint him, if he found out what I'm up to".
What was about to take place in Edward Longfellow's master bedroom was between only two beings, he and Angela Carter.
Wiggling body slowly, he gazed up at her, "You could never disappoint anyone, sweet Angie".
"Did you and Wanda ever do it like this?", touching vinyl with fingers, Angela brought up the name of Edward's former wife, Wanda Kelly.
"Sometimes, when we were naughty", grinning at the thought of his escapades with his ex-wife.
"So, do you consider me naughty", taking a lock of brown hair and twisting it with left index finger, Angela began to enjoy this coming game of longing with him.
"Hmm", Edward's smile broadened, "Looking at how well you wear that, you seem as comfortable in that corset", his teeth glistened, while thinking of her undergarments, "As you are in a pair of those tight lace panties you wear".
Hearing him say that, Angela knew he'd been scoping her out with keen eyes. She also realized this garment fit her flesh quite well. Tight cinched waist and nipples almost popping out, this must have been what Edward wanted from her many a moment. His choice of size, was right on target for temptation, "You notice that, huh?"
"I notice what makes me happy. And, you definitely do that, Angie", Longfellow moaned moderately, longing for her to take the lead in that vinyl.
"Have you ever jerked off thinking about me, Uncle Eddie?"
"Angela", admonishing this alluring lass, with the deftness of a highly paid attorney that Edward was, "You never ask a man a question like that".
Holding head to one side, she couldn't resist finding out his past private actions, due to her, "I was just curious, that's all".
Still reeling from Angela's previous question, Eddie began to shrug at this inquisitive ingenue, "About what?"
"I just want to know what you do when you think about me", wondering out loud, as her hip began brushing against Edward's foot again, "Have you ever?"
"In the past couple of months", Edward relinquished the veil to her, "I have, Angela", honesty rolled from an enticed tongue, "Last time, when you came by the office. I was doing some work in the legal department. You didn't see me, but I definitely saw you", inhaling, as he thought about Angela's jiggling walk, "I had to go to the restroom and jerk off".
Blushing slightly at this information, Angie giggled and batted her eyelashes at him, "I can't believe that I've affected you like that, Edward".
"If you haven't noticed already, Angela. You have", looking up at this vision of milky loveliness, Edward Longfellow used events that were about to take place, as a raunchy preview, "I'm here tied up and my cock so hard for you, baby".
"That's nice", Angela's right thumb gently outlined that bulge under black silk, "I get you hard, Uncle Eddie?"
"Without a doubt", thinking of that smooth flesh being touched by his eager hands.
Putting thumb to mouth, Angela began wiggling it in front of Eddie's face, "Do you like me to suck your cock, Uncle Eddie?"
"Angela, your lips would be like angel's wings, taking me to eruption", darting tongue to that thumb, Eddie wished it were his cock in her mouth, right then and there.
Feeling moist between those her legs, Angela began to bathe in the adulation of having a hungry Edward, "Why didn't you tell me earlier, Eddie?"
Wrists dangled under red ropes, as Eddie tried to explain himself to Angie, "I thought you'd give me the cold shoulder, honey".
Red vinyl almost causing her tits to pop out, Angie stood over him, "Well, I'm here now. Does it look like I'd give you a cold shoulder, now, Uncle Eddie?", prepared to be that red siren of siren to fulfill this stiffening male's dream.
Curly locks flowed around Angie's shoulders, as he noticed every movement of that sexy body. Raven haired ravisher in his bedroom, washed over Edward, "Anything but that, Angela".
"Uh, hmm", Angela gave this tied tiger a glimpse of what he'd be getting very soon. Unzipping that vinyl crotch, she revealed a soft brown bush, "So, do you like, Eddie?"
Seeing that exposed pubic hair, his dream of delights in between those golden thighs would be coming to full bloom soon. Frustrated and fired up, Eddie tugged hands against those confining ropes, "Yes, oh yes".
As she climbed onto that bed, he could see the parting of that vinyl apparel at an unzipped crotch. Longfellow licked tense lips, longing for those plush contents to be filled with his mounting pole.
"My pussy is almost at the point of dripping", coldness of an opened steel zipper began to cause a glimmer of friction between Angela's thighs and southern lips, "Do you like that?"
"Yes, Angela", knowing that pussy will be filled with his hardening cock, Edward's fantasy about her was coming true, "It pleases me".
Bouncing onto the edge of that bed, Angie reached into those black silk shorts and pulled his cock out, "So, um, you are very affected by me, huh, Uncle Eddie?"
"More than you'll ever know", touch of her soft hands, sent Eddie onto a plain of erotic realization. She would be his within moments.
Angie began to giggle, "If I untied you, what would you do to me, huh?", from the looks of his member, she could guess what Eddie's answer would be.
"I'd fuck you 'til that red vinyl melts off you", all four restraints were tugged to release himself, as the thrill of being in her midst was getting to Eddie.
"Well, I guess they'll stay", Angela began jerking his cock to the left and right, realizing her touches were driving him wild with titillation, "I can feel just how hard you're getting".
Expressive honor spilled from Edward's lips, as stray strands of Angela's hair dangled against her filled mouth, "Keep on doing what you're doing, sweetheart".
"Don't tell me what to do", releasing his pride from her touch, Carter felt a rush of power in the moment, "Tonight, I tell you what to do, Mr. Longfellow", as if that costume's meaning were taking over her gentle demeanor, Angie took control.
"I'm at your control, lovely", Longfellow softly sputtered, as he felt a building brook inside of himself.
"You promise", taking cock into her mouth, Angela began to lick its juicy tip, "Just between us?"
Feeling his flesh getting such tender care, Edward became a man barely able to speak, "Uh-huh".
Enough sucking of a man was done, as Angela let his ascending member go. With a single hand, she placed him inside of her awaiting folds. Already wet, her snatch motioned downward on him. Gasping gently, Angie realized just how big Eddie actually was. That sizable penis extended itself inside of a grinding pussy. Snarling, as she rode him, "You're really enjoying this snatch, ain't you, Eddie?"
"Damn yeah!", Eddie's body moved in constant motion with this sexy brunette on top of him, as that red vinyl clung to every inch of her, "I want you to undo those and show me your tits, baby".
"And, what then, hmm?", giggling at him, Angie teased Eddie a bit more, "You dress me up and almost suffocate them", licking lips slowly, "And, now you wanna see these juicy tits of mine".
Silver buckles undone, Angela pulled both zippers open for Edward to see her contained mammaries. They bounced like balloons, as she continued to move around. Making biting gestures with snapping teeth, his animalistic lust raged towards this female, "I'd love to nibble on your nipples, honey".
"Maybe, if you're a good boy, Eddie", slightly grinding downward on him, Angela moved breasts within inches of his lips and teeth; "I'll let you".
That red vinyl glistened under an overhead ceiling light in that bedroom, as he moaned with ecstasy. Angie gave into his hungry demand, as Eddie began to lick those pink nipples and gnaw on them. Angela's breasts were not huge knockers, but they could fill many a man's mouth.
Angela's comely measurements were 36c cups of pillowy petals with 24-inch waist and wonderful hips of 28, for a lucky man to grip. And, eager Eddie held that enviable ace on a July evening.
"Ooh, Eddie, you feel good inside of me", hair shook about her cheeks, as that bolt and screw action began to boil within Angela's fantasy of fulfillment, "Your balls are banging against my ass, every time I come down on you, Eddie" ,making a circling movement on top of him, "You're gonna make me come soon, baby".
Swirling tongue around those blushed breasts, joy came in relief, and "Your pussy is heavenly It's so warm and open for me".
"You love my nipples, Eddie?", feeling this man suckling at her breast, like a defenseless babe in the night, Angie gently sighed, "I bet you wish you could pop your jizz all over them, when you jerk off, huh, Ed?"
"Yes", Edward Longfellow lay tied to a bedpost with mouth to breast and cock into dripping snatch, what more could a man want or need, "They're so soft and supple".
"You love my pussy, Eddie?", bouncing hard on him once again, she wanted him to respond to her, "It's so wet and pink".
"Yes", barely audible, he felt consumed in the sensuality of sweet Angela.
Lifting spine upward, Angela gazed down at the man moving inside of her, "Remember, I'm the one that made you feel like this, Eddie", licking lips, she filled that bedroom with a purring, "I'm going to make you explode all over me and these sheets".
"Do it, baby", grappling with the thought of being brought to orgasm by Angela, he moaned.
As Angie pulled his throbbing cock out of her dripping snatch, she pivoted backwards between those red roped legs. Holding Eddie with her left hand, she gave it several long licks. She could taste him and her, all at once, "My slit and your cock. How good a mix is that, huh, baby?"
"Keep doing it, baby", exhaling, "I'm almost there".
"Mmm", working lips along that stiff shaft, Angela surprised him once more. She would prove herself as being the woman worthy of catching Edward's roving eye.
Feeling a tightening pull on his penis, Eddie almost exploded right then, "Angie, honey, what are you doing?"
"Giving you full service, honey", grasping harder on hardening flesh, Angela began to suck on those unattended balls. She may have been young, but she had many an unspoken trick up her sleeves.
"Shit, girl!', letting out a yelp, as that sensual sensation of having his scrotum serviced by Angela began driving him up a wall, "Where did you learn how to suck cock, you sweet thing?", making a fist with both tied hands, he wished to break free and ravish her, "My balls! Oh, my balls!"
Letting go of him completely, Angela partially pouted and whispered with a hint of dejection in his response, "You don't like it, Uncle Eddie?"
"Angie, I love it", praying this luscious lady would bring him to orgasm, "My cock's on fire, because of you", Eddie insisted, "Keep on sucking those balls, baby", still pulling at those red ropes against wrists, "Get me off".
"Mmm, that sounds better, Eddie", recapturing this man in hand, that mouth murmured, "Do you know what I'm feeling, right now?"
Reacting to each motion of Angela's hand, Edward's arousal remained high, "No, sugar. Tell me".
"I've got my right hand working myself over", digits twirled inside of Angela's wet slit, starting to soar, "And, I'm about to come too. You made me so wet, when you were inside of me", breathing heavily at the tingling that she was feeling within, while starting to inquire, "Does that turn you on, Eddie?"
"Girl, you know it does", Edward's eager eyes darted from both busy hands, as she held him in one and played with herself with the other, "Tell me how you feel, Angie?"
"My pussy's dripping all over your bed, Ed", gently working right hand in between hairy lips, "You like the fact that I came all over your sheets, Uncle Eddie?", Angie continued to kneel with Eddie in left hand, "You might have to burn this comforter and sheets, too".
A definitive statement came from this stiff litigator's tense mouth, "Never!", watching Angela masturbate in front of him, would be a vision burnished in Edward's soul, "I'll keep them as a memento of our evening of exploration
Removing right hand from within, Angela revealed a trio of dripping fingers as evidence of clitoral culmination. With left hand still full of Edward's almost bursting cock, his shaft was continuously stroked, "Oh, so will you remember this night, Edward?"
Tongue wagged to taste those fingers, as an ever-mobile Longfellow lavished, "Forever, Angela".
"Good boy", trio dangled into Eddie's parched mouth, as Angie had completed her task for that evening. She'd masturbated herself to climax, in the presence of a roped male about to shoot his load.
Angela Carter would have never fathomed something so wickedly divine.
Seconds passed, until that burgundy comforter, red satin sheets and Angela's left calf got a full stream of Edward's overflow.
Eddie's ejaculation was Angie's treat, for she is the being that brought him to climax. This woman earned every droplet of this man's juices on her flesh.
As Eddie panted and writhed to break free, Angela slowly stood and undid both legs. Onward to his hands, she wanted to maintain those ties.
Kissing him on the lips once, her hair lightly brushed a bare chest, "Eddie, did you enjoy me?"
"Set me free, Angie", hands began to fight the tension of those ropes, as Eddie desired a second round of erotic target practice, "And, I'll show you".
"Ooh, I can see", those brown eyes gazed at that stream of liquid on his sheets, knowing Eddie wouldn't control himself if she let him go, "That's why I'm going to loosen them, until I'm almost ready to leave".
Starting to speak to this young woman as a man in position of elder respectability, a stern Edward motioned hands one more time, "Angela, don't play".
Angela began rubbing hand to his cheek, "That was a fun game, Eddie", kissing him again, "By the looks of it, you might not be up for a second helping of me". "Try me, you hot slice", his legs moved towards this standing female, trying to get closer to her.
"Nasty boy", unzipping that red corset, Angie held the loosened vinyl around her, "I'll leave this in the box on the sofa".
"Angela, please", his voice fell to almost a whimper, remaining aroused with her being.
"Please what, Edward?", Angie stepped out of that corset and walked over towards his still stiff cock in the nude. Without warning, she smacked it once, "Sit on my cock? Sit on my face? What, hmm?"
Edward's cock and balls went to the right, while gently bobbing up and down. Shock was on his face, but heavenly ecstasy filled this man's body.
She knew at that point, this would really take him to the edge of another explosion. But, with what had been given her to wear, Angela knew that dominatrix' gear would have to be matched with some disciplinary actions.
Trying to move away from her touch, Edward wiggled around that bed, "Come on, stop it", his erection continued for several minutes more.
"Okay, I'll be a good girl for you", relenting to this pleading man, Carter untied the left hand and quickly retreated from his grasp, "Now, you get out of that other one, all by yourself".
Walking naked out of that bedroom and into that downstairs bathroom, Angela tossed that corset onto the floor. Blue skirt and evergreen blouse were placed back on her. With blue pumps and raincoat put on, Angela was almost ready to leave.
Picking up red vinyl garment, she walked towards that sofa and placed it into the box. Thinking of what just happened upstairs, she smiled to herself. As Angela turned to exit his home, Edward kissed her.
"That was fun, Eddie", pulling raincoat closed, she looked at a man that just brought her to a slippery finish.
"You are everything I could have ever hoped you to be", inhaling the vision of beauty that stood there, a grin of bliss came to Edward's lips.
"Hmm", Angie's eyes were pleased to see his cock remained stiff after her exit from their den of decadence upstairs, "I'm glad I could make your night perk up, Eddie".
Kissing Angela on the left cheek, praise was openly lavished on this fascinating female in his home, "You are a walking dream".
"Dreams are nice", reminiscing the pleasures she'd just experienced in Eddie's bed were beyond her own dark daydreams of being with any man, "But, reality is surely better".
"I never knew you were so wild, Angie", reflecting on that scenario of erotic chaos that just occurred upstairs, Eddie knew she was beyond being that demure daughter of a trusted friend, "You're definitely not the little girl I've known all these years".
"I have my secrets, Eddie", being a woman who wasn't going to fuck and tell, Angela scribbled another male name in her life's book of life's amorous adventures, "And, now you're also one".
"It must be a nice club to join", even at this moment of standing there with an erect penis, Edward remained quite content in being a man who'd partaken of Angie's impressive assets, "To be with you, Angela
Running an index finger down his chest, "I'm glad I could fulfill your fantasy, Eddie", Angie let out a giggle, "It was nice", she pulled that door open, "I feel like I've just cracked into the majors", proud to have survived a tango on the dark side.
"Triple A doesn't have a damn thing on you, Angie", standing nude behind that door, Edward complimented this queen of quiet conquest, "You are definitely in a higher league".
"Maybe in the future, I could come up to your office and sit on that fat cock of yours", teasing this male with further sexual escapades, "Would you like that, Uncle Eddie?"
Standing in a state of arousal, Edward sputtered, "Oh, a lot, Angela", another suggestion of how he could contain such erotic moments, "You give a man many ideas, Angie".
Those silky hands slowly pressed together, as Angela took another rope of desire in turning him on, "Or, maybe you could take some pictures of me, to have as a reminder of tonight?", completely comfortable at having this man burn up flashbulbs, "From what we've just done, you know I'd let you, Uncle Eddie?'
Eagerly, Eddie panted, "What type of pics, Angie?"
"In that red vinyl", anticipating his desire for that costume to be her first image through any lens, Angie realized his interest was peaked and tempted Edward once more, "Or, maybe me with my legs spread, nice and wide for you".
Eddie Longfellow's chestnut hair stood on end, thinking of a sexually adventurous Angela in many types of poses for him, "Sounds interesting".
"What would make it even better", sucking the tip of her tongue between teeth, Angela was pleased at her bedmate's receptive attitude, "Would be for you to have them laminated", throwing Edward another curve ball of titillation, "So, when you jerk off on my image, you'll be able to keep the picture for another go round on that the jacking off express".
Impressed by this female's grasp of his libidinous intentions towards her, Eddie began grinning from ear to ear, "Little Angie, able to read my mind".
"Speaking of that", taking a deep breath, Angela Carter broached a subject that could never be spoken before Edward Longfellow's calling her name, "Does that get you even harder now, when I call you Uncle Eddie?"
"To have you bouncing up and down my knee, my cock, or my face", as a man whose flesh was taken to a point of erotic explosion a few moments earlier, Eddie licked his lips for her, "Is more than my nastiest desire of you, Angie".
"As for calling me, Uncle Eddie", not taking that question in a vulgar way, his true feelings were added to, "I love the reverence you give me, Angela, when you call me that".
"Even when I'm sucking your cock or riding you?", starting to laugh at the thought of what they were talking about in his home, Angela almost wanted to contain her squeamishness.
Letting Angela off the hook for feeling uncertain about bringing this subject to the forefront, Edward diplomatically smiled at this fascinating female and smacked lip together, "Especially then, Angela".
Wrapping arms around her, their lips met with warm extraction of feelings. Admiring Edward in his position of authority was easy. Gazing down at him beneath her, was fun for Angela. Brushing brown curls with a strong left hand, Eddie reveled in the rapture, which Angie brought him to.
"Night, Uncle Eddie", waving farewell to him, Angie's footsteps broke the silent night. She'd seen another side of him. It was one, which couldn't be forgotten.
What Angela always called Edward, was one of mutual respect over the years. Not based on blood ties or even familial responsibility.
"Sleep tight, sweetheart", closing that door behind her slowly, Edward knew Angela might have trouble attaining that closed nature. She was an open blossom of womanly delights to him.
Angela had always looked up to Edward. Being Carter family friend and attorney, she saw him as a kind and caring human being. But, it was now Eddie turn to find a new appreciation for Angie.
22 year-old Angela may have lost a father figure this July night. But, she did gain an aroused friend in Edward Longfellow in 1972.
Chapter Three
Edward Longfellow's interest in Angela had been stoked by her reactions to his salacious suggestions. One of which came to fruition during a visit he'd made to Arthur Carter's home in April 1975.
An excuse for why he was in the home came to be a business meeting later that afternoon with Arthur. Although punctuality was something Carter appreciated, he would have never fathomed the real reason Edward remained beyond prompt for their appointments.
Walking up the carpeted staircase, Longfellow made his way towards a second floor bedroom. Turning the locked door open, he saw the now 25 year-old Angie changing in the midst of changing from a drab green business suit.
"Oh, my", turning around and seeing him, as she held that dress around herself, Angela gasped and began to chuckle, "What are you doing here, Uncle Eddie?"
"Don't stop what you're doing, Angela", holding that door open, Edward licked his lips, "Looks lovely from here"
"Close the door behind you", putting dress onto a wicker chair, Angela wondered, "How did you know I'd be home alone?"
Edward approached this feathery vision, "I saw you when you left the office a while ago"
"And, what reason will you give my father for you being here, hmm?", placing hands onto hips, Angie felt a bit exasperated at how she would explain Eddie being in that home.
"I've got a good reason to be here, baby", greeting Angela with a peck on the cheek, "I've got a business meeting with him", giving the reason for him being there, Edward pushed back on her need to lie to her father about him, "Ha, ha".
Angela Carter began snickering, "Very fortunate timing you have, Eddie".
"Oh, don't I know it, Angie", wallowing in luck, Eddie watched this young woman walk to the other side of her bedroom.
Angela lay on her bed, adorning only white bra and panties. Her smooth skin wiggled against a blush colored comforter with rose design on it. She enjoyed this man's attention.
Just looking at this female, gave him shivers of lustful longing. As Angela rolled onto her left side, Edward sat on the edge of that bed, "I don't think you have any idea of how I'm affected by you, Angela".
"I think I know", running fingers through her curly brown hair, she understood the change between them, "Every time we're around each other, you look at me differently than you used to", relishing the affection and attention she'd gotten from this formerly platonic male, "I like the way you look at me, Eddie".
Looking down to his left, Edward surveyed the swan before him, "Oh, you do, Angie?", knowing there must have been a slew of others who saw this woman the same way, "But, I know I'm not the only one, sweetie".
Almost in a consoling way, her manicured right hand rubbed against his back, "That night we had at your place was fun, Uncle Eddie", tapping a trio of painted nails onto navy blazer, Angela spoke as the young woman who'd known this lawyer since she was a child, "But, it would never be possible to keep it going past then".
"I wish we could", using some of his courtroom charm on this fascinating female, Edward desired another round in a bedroom court of coital maneuvers.
Angela loved Edward in many ways. Yet, the primary angle he wanted them to share, was something she didn't wish to continue. Giving into one of his prior requests would be the way Angie would keep a smile on Eddie's face.
A few moments of silence was broken, as Angie coquettishly whispered, "I'll let you take those pictures of me, if you still want to, Uncle Eddie".
"You would let me, Angela?", like a thunderbolt, the thrill of hearing those words coming from her sweet lips overtook him.
"If it would make you happy, I would", Angela offered herself for his Polaroid contentment, as she fed this male fantasy. When she was in Eddie's home that evening of red ropes and corsets, thoughts of being caught on film was the furthest thought from Angie's mind.
The man, who sat on that bed, was a person she could trust. Even with a few naughty snapshots, Angela knew Edward would never release such a stunning secret to anyone.
"Yes", engulfed in eager appreciation, Eddie rubbed Angie's right cheek, "I'd love that".
Upright, she sat next to him on her bed, "I guess you better get them laminated", Angie started giggling, when thinking about how moist his experience would be in the presence of a set of pictures.
"You are very perceptive, Angela", knowing Arthur would be coming home soon; Edward stood and walked over to the bedroom window to peek outside.
Beginning to fiddle with her front bra clasps, Angela playfully probed him, "Have you stroked off to me, lately?"
Head turned and smiled, "You're a bad, bad girl, Angie".
Knowing he was ascending under those pants, she began rubbing her breasts beneath that fabric, "Answer the question, counselor?", twisting the knife of inquisition to him.
Trying to avoid looking at Angela, he began to look out of that window again, "Many a moment of stiffness is chalked up to you, beautiful one".
Legs dangling over that ruffled comforter, Angie made another suggestion, "I could come down to the pool, while you two are going over business papers", locking one leg atop the other, she purred to this solicitor, "Would you like that, Eddie?"
"Angela, you know I'd love it", body turning attention around to her, Ed grinned at Angie.
"You can choose what I'll wear", pointing left index finger to top drawer of a wooden dresser, "Daddy won't be paying any attention to me", giving him some guidance on what she could model by the pool, "So, it can be as stringy as you want it to be".
Having peeled off those white undergarments, Angela stood there naked and waiting for something to wear.
Edward furiously went through the countless items that were in that drawer, as both heard the sound of Arthur's car pulling into the driveway. Finally, Longfellow pulled out a bikini and tossed it to her.
"This one is perfect".
Orange and white vertical striped string bikini was held in Angela's waiting hand, as a beaming smile came to her face, "So, you like that one, Ed?"
"Put it on, Angie", thinking of what she'd look like in those skimpy pieces of fabric.
Lawrence Chase, an accountant for Carter Manufacturing Corporation had been seeing her for over four months. It was this new man in Angela's life who had given her that as a present. How ironic it was for Edward to choose it for wearing down by the poolside in Arthur Carter's home.
"Larry gave me that one", rolling thong between that bare ass, Angela began tying up the bikini top to cover breasts with orange cotton, "Two men in my life, have such good taste".
Edward, taken aback a bit at that glint of information from her, nodded in accepting the fact that another had chosen such an appealing garment for Angela, "So, I guess we do".
Eddie left her bedroom to go downstairs to meet with Arthur. Slightly surprised to see Carter with the aforementioned Lawrence Chase, the three men made their way onto the patio. Ten minutes later, Angela goes down to the same location. She is quite happy about Larry being there.
Trying to be completely oblivious to the situation of Edward and Lawrence being there together, she feigned ignorance of this meeting. Greeting her father first, Angela kissed him on the left cheek, "Daddy, I didn't know you would be home so early".
Pecking his daughter on the cheek, Arthur waved an index finger in her direction, "Angela, I told you that I had a business meeting".
"I guess I forgot", acting like her brains were scattered in the sunshine of the afternoon, Angela smiled at a gazing boyfriend, "Larry, I'm glad you're here".
Clumsily standing from a patio chair, Larry almost choked at her almost nude flesh before him, "Angela, you're a lovely sight in that".
"I didn't even know you were coming here today", Angie let out a light giggle, giving a gentle shrug of those soft shoulders to him in a whisper, "But I really love this bikini you brought me".