Free Scorpion [Scorpions 01] by Michael R. Linaker Page B

would prove we’ve really got a worthwhile story.’
        Webster said: ‘Maybe we can rock the boat a little.’
        ‘How do you mean?’
        ‘If we gave Meacham a hint that we know something it might be enough to panic the authorities.’
        ‘Well, we’ve nothing to lose,’ Chris said. ‘Harry Farnum isn’t going to print this story unless he’s one hundred per cent certain that every word is true.’
        Webster grinned. ‘Leave it to me, Chris,’ he said. ‘Just sit on that article and wait for the fireworks.’
        ‘What are you going to do?’
        ‘The less you know the better,’ Webster said.
        ‘Be careful.’
        ‘Oh, don’t you worry, love. I don’t aim to get involved physically. No, our friend Meacham is going to receive an anonymous phone call, and if it works out the way it’s supposed to he’s going to be screaming for Whitehall to ride to the rescue. Chris, I’ve got a feeling things are going to start happening! Any time now!’
        

CHAPTER NINE
        
        ‘You tear my tights and you’ll buy me a new pair!’
        The girl’s voice rose to an excited squeal as probing fingers reached the junction of her thighs and began to stroke the soft mound of flesh beneath the clinging briefs.
        ‘Take them off then,’ Steve Prebble suggested. His voice was low, muffled, his face buried in the girl’s long brown hair.
        Judy Lewis giggled. She sat up and brushed grass from her skirt. She gazed around, though she knew that she and Steve were the only ones in the area. A few yards away Steve’s old Escort van was parked just off the road.
        ‘Come on, Judy,’ Steve said hoarsely. He was kneeling beside her, and even in the early dusk light Judy could see the hot flush rising in his face.
        ‘If you want ‘em off,’ she said, ‘you take ‘em off.’ She lay back in the grass, stretching her arms above her head, the action lifting and emphasizing the shape of her taut young breasts under her thin blouse.
        She heard a soft rustle of sound as Steve moved closer to her. Judy closed her eyes and lay in tingling anticipation. After a few seconds Steve’s fingers began to fumble with the zip of her skirt. He finally loosened it and drew the zip open. He tugged the skirt down over her slim hips, jerking it from beneath her buttocks. His agitated breathing ceased as the skirt slid down Judy’s supple legs, and she could almost feel his eyes on her exposed limbs. Then his hands were at her waist again, eager fingers hooking over the top of her tights. He peeled them away from her body, the sheer nylon slipping easily down her smooth, shapely legs. Judy felt him loosen and remove her shoes so he could take her tights all the way off. She wriggled her bare toes, feeling the warm air touch her flesh. Steve began to stroke her thighs, his trembling fingers gently exploring the firm flesh. He hesitated when he touched her briefs, almost as if he was afraid to go further. Judy moved her hips in what she hoped was a suggestive way, and was rewarded by the contact of Steve’s fingers, his touch arousing her already stimulated senses.
        ‘Oh, Steve,’ she murmured softly, drawing her raised arms down, reaching for the buttons of her blouse. One by one she undid them, then slowly eased the thin garment away from her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra - at eighteen Judy had a beautifully developed body that still retained the firm tautness of youth. Now, as she exposed her full breasts to the soft warmth of the evening air, her nipples began to pucker and rise, the tender pinkness enlarging, rising to stiff, flushed erectness.
        Steve uttered a low groan, and yanked her briefs down with an almost desperate abruptness. He rocked back on his heels and gazed down at her naked body. He was aware of his own rising hardness, and he experienced the age-old desire, the inherent weakness of