Published in LAS VEGAS SHOWGIRL 1962

Talk about fluff. Geeze, this lady just teased her hubby to distraction. Rather a mean thing to do, under the circumstances. But you couldn't blame him, nor could you blame her.

The way June taunted him was disgusting. Posing nude before the mirror, striking positions that accented the lovely curves and swells of the body.

"Don't you think I'm darling?" she cooed, looking across at him in the reflections. "Jimmy ... don't you think I'm the sexiest thing you ever did see?"

A mad knot choked his throat. He tried to swallow it down. The lump bounced back into place. It was a hard, heated thing that made his heart beat faster and faster.

"You sexy bitch!" he cursed, standing and stepping toward her. "I'll have you for that!" He grabbed at her and she easily dipped under his awkward arms.

"Jimmy can't get me, he can't get me!" she teased laughingly, a nasty snarl twisting her features.

The blood was pounding in his veins. Just the sight of luscious body, with its bouncing breasts, and grinding hips, sent stabs of desire flooding across him like a wave of nausea.

"You dirty bitch!" he screeched, lunging again for her. This time his fingers made contact, and he squeezed them tightly around her arm. Viciously he pulled her toward him. She struggled with him violently.

"Let go, Jim ... please ... you'll mess me all up for tonight..." She twisted and turned in his arms, trying to get away from his passionate embrace. His lips were hungrily attempting to make contact with hers. "Please!" she pleaded in a high-pitched, almost sick-sounding voice. Then his mouth clamped over hers for a long and penetrating kiss. With all her strength she pushed against his chest. He felt the angry dig of her long nails as they clawed at him. "Let go ... you brute!"

"Christ!" he cursed, stepping away in fury. "What's wrong with a man having a little with his wife? What's wrong with that?"

She had turned to the mirror and her eyes were already taking that cold icy gaze she always gave him when he began talking about sex to her. The first few months of their marriage had been all fire and passion, now it had cooled off, and he didn't like it.

Her hands cupped under her breasts, lifting them upwards, forcing the nipples forward and rigidly tight and tempting.

She turned to look at him again. "I don't know what's gotten into you, Jimmy ... all you want is to have it over and over ... after all, how much can a girl take?" As she spoke her fingers were thoughtfully caressing the erect pink dots that seemed to be, of their own free will, asking for him. But he knew what she was doing. She taunted him every night before she went to work. She teased and showed off her body to him, posing and pinching the right places so that the desire would shake through him. She was a devil. She liked to make him nervously hot throughout his body, it seemed to give her some kind of thrill or kick.

Suddenly he was mad, furious clean through. She didn't have to do what she did. Nobody could take what she handed out!

For the first time in months he didn't care what she thought, or what she did afterwards. He would have her!

Tonight!

"You haven't given out to me for over a month ... what kind of person do you think I am? I gotta ... gotta have you ... "As he stepped toward her his breath was getting heavy, and every nerve was fiery with the desire to kiss her, caress those lovely, youthful orbs of flesh which she was still fingering at the mirror.

"You do think I'm sexy, don't you?" she asked again, not aware that he was so close, or the determined frame of his mind.

"You're the sexiest ... and you're giving out to your husband tonight!" he snapped, lunging up to her and caressing her smooth white arms. She murmured delightfully. She liked that, he knew. She loved to be fondled and caressed, just like a cat. He would fondle and caress her tonight. She wasn't going out to work, she'd give out to him tonight, the little whoring bitch!

"You do have a nice touch, Jim..." she sighed looking up at him. The light in her eyes was a little softer for a moment. But only a moment. The coldness returned. "No, you can't have me ... not tonight ... maybe not ever!"

His hands clamped tighter on her shoulders. Then he swung her bodily around. He forced his mouth to hers, ramming his tongue searchingly for hers. She struggled, like always. But when one of his hands cupped up under her breasts he could feel that it was warm. He caressed her gently, then more forcefully. A moan sighed out of her and he knew he was on first base. She struggled desperately, but it was a losing battle. She was a real sexed woman, and once the right buttons had been pushed she wouldn't stop--she couldn't!

There wouldn't be any work for her tonight!

But he didn't care. So they didn't get the extra money ... he wanted her to stop anyway. But she said he couldn't help her enough.

Yes, now she was going, her hips pushing up against his, her lips parting like wild, and her tongue moving frantically with his.

Tonight she was his!