ericlustbader.the ninja-第49部分

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　The　bell　rang　and　the　doors　slid　shut　with　a　sigh；　sealing　them　in。　A　moment　later；　the　train　had　started　up　and　the　platform　began　to　slide　away。　He　looked　out　of　the　window。　A　black　man　was　sweeping　up　at　the　end　of　the　platform。　Nothing　but　patterns　of　light　and　shadow　dictated　by　the　controlled　speed　of　the　train。
　Then　the　city　was　behind　him　and　he　was　thinking　about　Justine。　He　began　to　doze；　his　head　against　the　windowpane。
　'Tickets；　please。'
　He　started　awake；　his　mind　filled　with　that　pale　crescent　of　face；　the　features　oddly　indistinct　as　if　he　were　staring　up　at　the　moon　through　a　summer　night's　mist。
　Gelda　was　laughing。　When　she　laughed　her　breasts　shook；　and　when　her　breasts　shook；　Dare　said；　she　was　at　her　most　sensual。
　Dare　could　always　make　Gelda　laugh；　which　was　one　of　the　reasons　Gelda　enjoyed　her。　Her　body　was　the　other　reason。
　Dare's　skin　was　a　golden　brown　all　over；　deeply　tanned　with　no　bikini　lines。　Perhaps　it　was　the　natural　colour；　Gelda　never　inquired。　She　was　tall；　taller　at　least　than　Gelda；　who　was　not　a　small　woman。　She　was　long　and　lean　without　being　thin　or　over　muscular。　She　had　kinky　blonde　hair　which　she　wore　long。　It　was　quite　natural。
　Dare's　legs　were　even　longer　than　Gelda's。　More　slender；　to　be　sure；　but　exquisite　just　the　same。　She　had　small；　perfectly　round　breasts　high　on　her　chest；　a　narrow　waist；　slender　hips。　She　was　boyish　and　feminine　at　the　same　time；　there　was　no　touch　of　the　bull　in　her　or　in　how　she　dressed。　She　loved　the　Old　West：　the　sun…browned　masculinity；　the　fluid　musculature　of　the　galloping　horse；　but　most　of　all　she　loved　the　lawlessness。
　As　Pear　had　said；　this　was　more　pleasure　than　business。
　'I　almost　found　one　this　time；　G；'　she　was　saying　now。　She　lay　back　languidly　in　the　tub；　the　strong　scent　of　violets　was
　in　the　air。　Gelda　knelt　by　the　side　of　the　tub；　working　the　crystal　faucets。　Water　crashed　onto　the　white　porcelain；　between　Dare's　spread　legs；　against　the　thick　tangled　bush　of　hair　now　darkened　to　the　colour　of　caramel　by　the　moisture。　Behind　them；　on　the　wall；　the　stained　chaps　hung　like　an　effigy　waiting　for　the　fire　to　consume　it。
　'But；　you　know；'　she　continued；　'even　when　it　was　about　to　happen；　I　didn't　really　believe　it。'
　'What　happened？'　Gelda　increased　the　hot　water　just　a　bit。　'What　happened？'　Dare　wailed。　'My　wonderful　Texan；　my　great　Longhorn；　my　…idea　of　the　range　turned　out　to　be　a　fag。'　She　put　her　elbows　outside　the　tub；　wiggled　her　ass　against　the　water　as　it　crept　up　her　body。　'He　cried　in　bed　with　me；　told　me　women　intimidate　him。'　She　put　her　head　back；　closed　her　eyes；　luxuriating　in　the　wet　warmth。　'Oh；　I'll　never　find　one。'　Her　eyes　flew　open；　as　grey　as　Gelda's　were　topaz。　'But；　you　know　something；　I　don't　think　I　care　any　more。'　Her　voice　had　lowered　to　a　husky　whisper。　'I've　got　you　and　there　are　things　in　this　world　that　shouldn't　be　any　realer　than　that。'　Her　arms　lifted　and　she　held　them　out。　'e　in　here；　darling。　It's　cold　outside。'
　Gelda　stood　up；　slipped　off　the　peach　satin　robe　which　hung　from　her　shoulders。　It　slid　to　the　tile　floor　with　a　sensual　whisper　and　Dare　shuddered　to　see　her　thus　naked　before　her。
　Their　hands　touched　as　Gelda　stepped　into　the　steaming　tub　and　Dare　moved　to　acmodate　her。
　'There's　no　one　like　you；'　Dare　whispered。　'Not　anywhere。'　She　stroked　Gelda's　shoulder；　the　upper　slope　of　her　breast。　'It　wouldn't　make　any　difference　how　much　you　charged。'
　Gelda's　fingers　stroked　the　other's　thigh　through　the　water；　using　just　the　tips　of　her　long　nails。　'And　what；'　she　said　softly；　'if　I　didn't　charge　anything　at　all？'
　Dare's　brow　wrinkled　in　a　frown　and　Gelda's　forefinger　smoothed　the　skin。　'Don't　do　that；'　she　said。
　'It　might　have　mattered；'　Dare　said；　'in　the　beginning。　Now　I　don't　suppose　it　does。'　She　shrugged。　〃The　studio　gets　the　bill　anyway　but　even　if　they　didn't。。。'　Her　wide　lips　curled　up　in　a　smile。　'I　e　to　see　you；　darling。　It　just　happens　that　you　cost　money。　Who　cares？　It　es　in；　it　goes　out。　You're　better　than
　a　gram　of　coke　or　Russian　sable　by　a　long　shot。'　Gelda　smiled。　'I　suppose　that's　a　pliment。'　Dare　laughed。　'You　know　it　is。'　She　looked　around。　'Where　is　it？'
　Gelda's　fingers　continued　their　stroking；　softly　but　insistently。　A　muscle　high　up　in　Dare's　thigh　jumped　and　she　gasped。　Gelda　knew　her　pulse　rate　was　rising。　〃There's　plenty　of　time；　darling。　Relax。　It's　in　a　safe　place。'　Her　fingers　stroked　the　supple　flesh。　'It'll　e　out　when　you're　ready。'
　Dare's　head　turned；　her　hands　cupped　Gelda's　bountiful　breasts；　her　thumbs　moving　back；　and　forth　against　the　large　nipples；　feeling　them　erect。　'Uhm；'　she　whispered。　'That's　what　I　love　about　you：　the　duality。　The　fire　and　ice；　the　soft　and　the　strong；　the　bitch　and　the　little　girl。'　'I'm　only　a　mirror；'　Gelda　murmured。
　'No；　that's　not　true；　not　with　me　you're　not。　I　know　you　love　it　as　much　as　I　do。　You　can　fool　all　the　men　but　with　women　it's　different。　I　can　tell。　You　want　me　as　much　as　I　want　you。'
　Gelda's　nails　delicately　parted　Dare's　nether　lips；　probing　slowly　inward；　carefully　keeping　away　from　the　clit。　'You're　the　only　woman　I've　wanted　this　way；'　she　said。
　Dare's　hips　were　pumping；　setting　off　the　waves　which　lapped　at　the　sides　of　the　tub。　They　were　their　own　universe。　The　moon's　transit；　setting　off　a　series　of　tidal　waves。
　Gelda　worked　her　other　hand　around　underneath　Dare's　buttocks；　stroking　the　cleft。
　'Oh；　oh；　oh　！'　Dare　twisted　her　upper　torso；　began　to　suck　on　Gelda's　nipples。　'Ahhh！'　The　breasts　popped　out；　coated　with　saliva。　'When　I'm　filming；　I　lie　in　bed　at　night　and　think　of　you。　I　masturbate　while　I　think　of　your　big　breasts；　your　long　legs；　your　wide　cunt。　Oh；　my　God！'　She　clutched　at　Gelda's　shoulder　as　she　felt　the　first　friction　against　her　clit；。　'Oh；　now；　now；　now！'
　Gelda　reached　her　hand　over　the　side　of　the　tub；　brought　the　Remington　into　full　view。　Dare's　eyes　were　round　and　luminous；　clouded　with　lust。　'Let　me；'　she　whispered　throatily　and　Gelda　let　her　lick　the　opening　of　the　barrel。　'Oh；　more！'　But　Gelda　had　pulled　it　away　and；　holding　Dare　down　as　she　began　to
　struggle　slowly；　so　slowly；　she　inserted　the　end　between　the　lips　of　her　vagina。　'Ahhh！'　Dare　arched　her　hips　upwards〃　and　the　barrel　slid　into　her；　all　the　way；　until　the　hard　protrusion　of　the　hammer　mashed　against　her　clit。　Gelda　needed　only　to　waggle　the　Remington　back　and　forth　twice　before　she　felt　the　oning　spasms　of　delight　in　Dare。　She　waited；　holding　on；　licking　at　her　hard　nipples　as　she　soared　up　the　orgasmic　curve。　Dare's　body　was　superbly　responsive　and　she　could　accurately　gauge　when　she　would　hit　the　peak。
　Dare　convulsed　upwards；　breaking　at　last　Gelda's　hold　on　her；　and　as　she　did　so　Gelda　pulled　the　trigger。　Once。　Twice。　Six　times。　And　with　each　shot；　Dare　cried　out　as　the　air…propelled　jets　of　hot　water　inundated　her。
　The　bathroom　was　awash　in　water。　Dare　shuddered　as　if　with　the　ague。　She　wrapped　her　arms　around　Gelda；　her　lips　between　her　breasts；　whispered；　'Leave　it　in；　leave　it　in。〃　Her　eyelids　fluttered。　'Oh；　my　God。'　Her　breasts　heaved　as　if　she　had　just　run　a　marathon。
　'Do　it　again；'　she　said。　'Do　it　again。'
　Vincent　met　Lieutenant　Croaker　promptly　at　six…fifteen　under　Michita's　wooden　awning。　Because　of　its　location；　the　restaurant　was　already　crowded　with　people　eating　a　hasty　pre…theatre　dinner。
　The　place　was　L…shaped；　dark　with　wooden　walls　separating　the　tables。　There　was　a　sushi　bar　to　their　left　as　they　walked　in　which　curved　around　to　the　shorter　leg　of　the　L。　It　was　perhaps　three…quarters　full。　Vincent　saw　a　lone　American。
　They　were　led　into　the　rear　of　the　restaurant。　Here　there　were　no　Western　tables　but　rather　a　series　of　private　tatami　rooms。　These　traditional　areas　were　covered　by　the　reed　mats　and　contained　no　chairs；　only　one　low　table　around　which　diners　sat　cross…legged。　The　tatami　rooms　were　screened　by　a　series　of　shoji。
　Vincent　ordered　sake　for　both　of　them　as　they　slid　off　their　shoes　and　climbed　into　the　room。　A　waiter　left　buff…coloured　menus　on　the　gleaming　wooden　tables；　went　to　get　their　drinks。
　Croaker　put　a　manila　folder　on　the　table；　took　out　two　eight…by…ten　sheets　and　placed　them　side…by…side　in　front　of　Vincent。
　'Ever　see　this　man　before？'
　They　were　police　artist　sketches　of　a　man　in　his　thirties；　oriental；　wide　nose；　flat　cheeks；　anonymous　eyes。　His　hair　was　long…Vincent　studied　the　drawings　carefully　before　he　shook　his　head。　'No；　but　to　tell　you　the　truth；　I'd　be　surprised　if　I　had。'
　'Why？'
　'This　is　the　man　who　came　to　Terry's　dojo　the　day　he　and　Eileen　were　murdered；　right？'
　'How'd　you　know　that？'
　The　sake　came　and　they　were　silent　while　the　waiter　filled　the　tiny　cups。　When　he　had　gone；　Croaker　looked　inquiringly　at　Vincent。
　'I　had　dinner　with　Terry　that　night；'　Vincent　said　slowly。　'I　did　most　of　the　talking。'　His　voice　had　turned　rueful。　'Now　I'm　sorry　I　did　because　Terry　obviously　had　something　on　his　mind。　He　spoke　briefly　about　a　Japanese　who　had　e　in　to　practise　that　day。　Karate；　aikido　and　…　kendo。'　He　sipped　at　his　sake　and　one　hand　waved。　'I'm　only　putting　this　together　now　as　I　talk　to　you。　You　see；　Bennoku；　the　dodo's　regular　kenjutsu　sensei；　had　been　on　vacat