Mitigated Filth

An eBook By Fenner Jekyll.

"Suze," he said, over preprandial martinis, "you look great-just great."

"Why, thank you, Kendall. You look pretty fine yourself." Which wasn't a total lie. The officer's uniform lent his boiled-potato wholesomeness a measure of clean-cut, if unsophisticated, integrity. Unfortunately that was a complete turn-off for me, being the kind of girl who prefers degenerate, careless squalor-but I wasn't there for sexual thrills. Dinner with Kendall invariably provided more material compensations. "So-is there anyone special in your life these days, Suze?"

"Oh, you know-one or two cute guys at work have asked me out, but I'm not into that dating scene. Boring old me, right?" Kendall smiled, both relieved and delighted. "I have to tell you again, Suze, how much I respect you for sticking to your principles when you must be so surrounded by temptation. I know those artistic types. They don't give much thought to the moral aspect-am I right?"

"Well," I said, toying with a corner of the tablecloth, "I don't like to badmouth my colleagues but, yes, I guess they could show a little more self-discipline."

This was certainly true of the British actor I'd been with the previous night. He so lacked discipline that he begged me to provide him some, and he even came equipped with a leather crop for the purpose.

"I look at you, Suze-so beautiful, so smart, so totally the modern metropolitan woman-and to me you represent everything that could be great about this country, if it weren't for the decadent, godless element who have a death-grip on the throat of our sacred cows." "Oh, Kendall. Such words." He reached into his pocket. "I have something for you. Just a small token of my eternal esteem." Emerald earrings.

Three grand absolute minimum, even at trade prices. If he also ordered vintage wine, I might surprise him with a gauche blow. I liked to think he was getting value for money. "Kendall, they're gorgeous. I really can't let you..." "It's my pleasure," he said, taking my hand. "Listen-in three years, God willing, I'll be through with the Marines. It'd sure make me happy to think that there'll be a possibility then of..." "Of what, Kendall?" "Well, of a more formal arrangement." Downcast, I pushed the jewelry box back across the tablecloth. "Kendall-if my accepting this gift represents some sort of advance payment on my future..."

"No! No! Good Lord, no-I'm sorry. I'm such a clumsy idiot. Forgive me. Please-take them."

The hell with the blow-job. He'd be happy with flashed stocking tops and a squeeze of the cock through his precision-pressed uniform pants.

* * * *

I wasn't certain what I'd do about Kendall once he got out of the Marines, but I was confident I'd come up with something. And anyhow, I was too busy to worry, what with a promotion to Coordinator of East Coast Operations, and the travel to and from Europe, and my discovery of the multiple orgasm. To be fair, it wasn't so much a discovery as an introduction, and the guy who did the introducing was a New Jersey stagehand by the name of Vincent Cirianni.

"You want me to take my little panties down, Vinnie? You want to see my hot tight pussy?"

Not only did Vinnie have great oral technique, fingers fast and nimble as a flautist's and a cock like a Mack truck's gearshift, he also came like a hydrant...

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