The Last Don - Mario Puzo [111]
“Come up to my suite,” Julia said. “I’ll walk you down.”
Dante said, “You got your two horny buddies up there. How do I know you won’t all jump me and sodomize me? I’m just a little guy.”
That amused Julia enough to go to his suite. She had missed the slyness of his smile. On their way to his room, she said jokingly, “I want to pee in your hat.”
Dante said to her, stone-faced, “If it’s fun for you, it’s fun for me.”
Once in his suite there was very little chitchat. Julia threw her purse on the sofa and then pulled down the top of her dress so that her breasts showed, they were her best feature. But Dante seemed to be the exception, a male who was not interested in breasts.
He led her into the bedroom and then pulled off her dress and underclothes. When she was naked, he shed his own clothes. She could see his penis was short, stubby, and uncircumcised. “You have to use a condom,” she said.
Dante threw her on the bed. Julia was a robust woman, but he picked her up and threw her without seeming to make an effort. Then he straddled her.
“I insist you use a condom,” she said. “I mean it.”
In the next moment there was an explosion of light in her head. She realized he had slapped her so hard that she had almost lost consciousness. She tried to wriggle away but for so small a man he was incredibly strong. She felt two more slaps that suffused her face with a hot glow and made her teeth ache. Then she felt him enter her. His driving thrusts lasted for only a few seconds and then he slumped over her.
They lay entwined and then he began to turn her over. She could see that he still had an erection and she knew he wanted to penetrate her anally. She whispered to him, “I love that but I have to get some Vaseline from my purse.”
He let her slide out from under him and she went into the living room. Dante came to the door of the bedchamber. They were both still naked and he still had an erection.
Julia fumbled in her purse and then, with a dramatic flourish, took out a tiny silver handgun. It was a prop from a movie she had worked in and she had always fantasized about using it in a real-life situation. She pointed it at Dante, took the crouch stance she had been taught in the movie, and said, “I’m going to dress and leave. If you try to stop me, I’ll shoot.”
To her surprise, the naked Dante burst out in a good-humored laugh. But Julia noted with satisfaction that he immediately lost his erection.
She was enjoying the situation. She was imagining that she was back upstairs with Joan and Loretta and how they would laugh about this. She tried to get up the courage to ask for his hat so she could pee in it.
But now Dante surprised her. He started walking toward her slowly. He was smiling, he said gently, “That’s such a small caliber, it won’t even stop me unless you get a lucky shot to the head. Never use a small gun. You can put three bullets to my body and then I’ll strangle you. Also, you’re holding that gun wrong, you don’t need that stance, there’s no kick in it. Plus the chances are you won’t even hit me, those little bitty things are inaccurate. So throw it away and we’ll talk this over. Then you can leave.”
He continued walking toward her so she threw the gun on the sofa. Dante picked it up and looked at it, shook his head. “A fake gun?” he said. “That’s the sure way to get killed.” He shook his head in an almost affectionate disapproval. “Well, if you were a real hooker, this would be a real gun. So who are you?”
He pushed Julia down on the sofa and imprisoned her there with his leg, his toes pushed against her pubic hair. Then he opened her purse and spilled the contents onto the coffee table. He fished into the purse pockets and took out her wallet of credit cards and her driver’s license. He studied them carefully and then grinned in pure delight. He said to her, “Take off that wig.” Then he reached over with a doily from the sofa and wiped her face clean of makeup.
“Jesus Christ, you are Julia Deleree,” Dante said. “I’m fucking a movie