Author: Marcus van Heller (Not the real one)

About: Opal made it to the top—but not before she had submitted to the whims and desires, both ecstatic and agonising, of the men who held her fate in their hands.

Excerpt:

She pushed him. This wasn't what she wanted. She got her hand down and freed her cunt from him, then twisted away, breathing hard. “Dammit, Eliot—you think I'm some tramp you've picked up? Now, keep your hands to yourself. We can talk, but you don't have to stoop to the gutter!”

She was very pleased with that speech—it was almost word for word what Faith Engle had said in Soiled Souls. Eliot was standing there, his mouth open, a bulge in his pants. The dunce probably had a hard-on. Opal smothered a desire to laugh. She gathered herself and went back toward the car. The plan must go on. She wanted Eliot to desire her—enough to go away with her. But she must not give herself to him too soon. That might be fatal. Then she'd have to do everything all over again, with another boy.

And there weren't very many boys with cars.

Eliot was morose all the way back to town. When he stopped the car in front of her house, she kissed him. She did the kissing. He was surprised again, she knew. That was good, keep him off balance. She kissed him so he'd remember it all night. Then she went in.

On their next date they really went to the movies. She let him hold her hand. When they parted she kissed him again, good and solid. The way Lila Veronese kissed. The most exciting woman in films, according to Variety. She could feel his hard-on.

On their next date they went to the picnic grounds again. This time Opal talked about the small town they lived in, and how it contrasted with a big city. They smoked more cigarettes. Eliot seemed hesitant about exchanging a sure thing for a maybe.

“I dunno if I could make a livin'—”

“Of course you could. You know a lot more than most men your age—“ She was careful to say 'men.' “Besides, there're opportunities there. How many opportunities come your way in Whitehill? One in a lifetime? That's not enough.”

“Yeah, that's easy for you t'say, Opal.”

“Why is it? You help make your own opportunities, you know. If two people—like us—went out to the coast—”

“To California!”

“Why not?”

“Holy Jesus!”

“It's not that far. Gosh, look at the map. Why—this very car would get you there easily.”

“Who'd buy the gas?”

She skipped that question. “Of course, you have to have courage.” She let him stew on that awhile.

But he was thinking of the 'we' she had mentioned earlier. He faced her, lines furrowing his smooth brow. “Opal—you mean you'd go with me to California?”

She smiled. “Would you be surprised?”

He bit his lip. “Well, I dunno.” He cocked his head at her. She had surprised him so many times lately. He reached for her hand and held it between his. His hands were trembling slightly. She knew the time had come to encourage him.

She leaned forward and kissed him lingeringly. At the same time she pulled his hands to her breasts. He gasped a little, then fondled them both, kneading them and caressing them as they kissed.

“Oh, God—Opal!”

She let him open her dress and unfasten her bra. He made a pig of himself, licking and kissing her breasts. She lay back and smiled as he sucked them, one after the other. She could feel his cock, hard as steel, against her thigh. She made no move to touch it. After a bit she took them away from him and put them away. She knew he was hooked. When he parked down the street from her house, she let him kiss them a few more times and suck the two nipples.

“Will you go with me to California?”

“Jesus, God, Opal, I'll go anywhere with you.” She almost let him have her cunt then, but managed to steel herself. She put the tits away and went in, satisfied. Eliot went home in a state of high excitement. He parked the car in his yard and jacked off before he went in the house. He knew he'd be fucking Opal soon.