Free Speaking of Lust - the novella by Lawrence Block

it,” he said. “Like you the first time. Except this one wasn’t like you, she was crying and making a fuss. Nice, though.” He chucked her under the chin. “When I was done with her,” he said, “I thought, oh shit, I’m not gonna be much good to Susie. She finds out, she’s gonna be pissed.”
    “ I’m not, though. It’s exciting. Tell me what you did.”
    The report included anal intercourse, and she pouted when he told her. “We never tried that,” she said.
    “ Well, most women don’t like it.”
    “ I’m not most women,” she said. “Oh, what have we here? It looks as though you’re going to be able to do something after all. My goodness!”
    He left finally, after downing a cup of cocoa to soothe his stomach. His stomach had been bothering him lately, and he agreed that the cocoa would probably help.
    Two nights later, she told him how it excited her to think of him raping another woman. “I only wish I could have been there,” she said.
    “ You’re some crazy dame,” he said admiringly. “What would you do? Watch?”
    She nodded, moistened her upper lip with the tip of her tongue. “Maybe help,” she added.
    “ Help?”
    “ I could hold her hands,” she said. “Or. . .”
    “ Or what?”
    “ I don’t know. Maybe do stuff.”
    “ Like fool around with her?”
    “ Maybe.”
    “ Like how?”
    “ Oh, I don’t know,” she said. “Maybe, you know, touch her. Do things to her.”
    “ You ever been with a woman?”
    “ No.”
    “ But you’ve been thinking about it.”
    “ Well,” she said, “if she couldn’t do anything, you know. Like if she was tied up? And I was in control?”
    “ You are one crazy bitch,” he said.
    “ Well.”
    “ Man,” he said, “now you got me going. Maybe we could, you know, pick somebody out, follow her home. Or if I was working and I found somebody, like, I could call you. Or. . .”
    She had a better idea. There was this woman she knew, a former co-worker. A honey blonde, creamy skin, good breasts.
    “ You’re hot for her,” he said.
    The woman was attractive, she allowed. And she knew how they could decoy the woman to a motel, where he could have a room booked. And they’d be waiting for her, and when she came in. . .
    He helped her plan it out. “One thing,” he said. “This broad knows you. And she’ll know who lured her to the place, and anyway she’ll see you when we do her, she’ll see both of us. Unless you’re telling me she’s gonna like it?”
    “ No,” she said. “She’s not going to like it.”
    “ Well then,” he said. “You got to realize what’s gonna have to happen when we’re done. When the party’s over, she ain’t gonna turn into a pumpkin.”
    “ I know.”
    “ What I mean, I’ll have to do her.”
    “ We’ll both do her.”
    He shook his head. “I don’t mean do her like have sex with her. I mean do her so she’s done. Finish her, is what I’m saying.”
    “ I know.”
    “ And you’re okay with that?”
    “ Maybe I’ll help,” she said.
    A few days later they were driving around, and she pointed out the woman she had described. He was excited and wanted to take their victim immediately, decoy her into the car, take her out into the woods and leave her there when they were finished. “It’s better if we let her come to us,” she insisted. “We set a trap and she walks right into it. And we can take our time, and do everything we want.”
    “ Right now’s when I’m horny,” he said.
    She grinned. “I can take care of that,” she said.
    On the appointed evening, he was waiting at the motel room when she arrived. “We’ve got half an hour before she gets here,” she said. “Did I tell you she’s selling real estate now? She thinks we’re a nice sweet couple, we want her to show us some houses. Well, we’re not that sweet, and we’ll be showing her more than she shows us. Honey, are you as excited as I am?”
    “ Take a look.”
    “ Oh God,” she said. “I can’t