Inside, Lou inspected the heap and counted out fifty. In a couple of days the car would have new numbers, new papers and new paint-and be worth a hell of a lot more than the lousy fifty Lou was paying him.

He took the El back to Manhattan, thinking about the girl's pussy. He didn't even know her name. And he had to stop thinking about how she'd panted; it was giving him a hard-on.

Lilli was watching a late show on TV. "Where the fuck you been?" "Get off my back____________________ " He went in for a bottle.

She followed him. Lilli was a lithe, wriggling handful of raw sex. She came to life when you pushed her button. She was dark as the inside of a cunt, with a lush mouth, a wide mouth, and tits like honey. Most tits had little taste, but Lilli's seemed to have. She watched him pour out a highball.

He said,"I found a car and took it to Lou's." She said, "You smell like pussy." "OK, so there was a girl in the car." Lilli wasn't too jealous.

She came up close, licked his lips. Her hand zipped him down in a flash and she snaked in and flicked his cock out. Both her hands held it. "You've been screwing something."

"I told you. There was a coozie in the car." He sipped the drink, watching her. Cute as hell. The world's greatest cocksucker, bar none. She had light brown eyes, big and lustrous. A nice oval face, the kind you see on magazine covers; and a long wet tongue. She could wrap a tongue around a cock and hang on like a monkey hangs onto a tree.

"You're not kidding? There was a girl?"

He shrugged. "Yeh." She was handling the cock, getting it stiff too. "I s'pose you fucked her ass off?"

"Yeah."

"What'd you do with her then?"

Pete patted her titties. "Don't worry, I didn't hurt her. I left her there and took her car to Lou's, that's all."

Lilli bit her lip, her forehead furrowed. "Jesus, that might be bad, honey. They could fry you for rape in this state."