The Dark Lady Ch. 05

The loader came alive with a roar on the first try. DR and I set the ramps and he backed her down easy. We shut everything down for a confab and called in Clemmie to have some lunch with us. DR suggested that we should make a modest pile of gravel with the loader, and even put a couple of bucket loads in the front of the truck so it looked like we were gravel farming if anyone showed up.

The sandwiches were good and the apple cider was still cold. There was even a brownie for dessert. DR told Clemmie he sure appreciated the good grub, and she blushed again. We had several hours before sunset, and wanted to get back to the highway just at dusk. I wasn't comfortable about driving the truck in the dark with the loader behind, and so we decided to move the departure up so that we got most of the way to DR's place before darkness. And also to take a back road south of town to get to the north-south highway without going through the builtup sections of town.

It was about a quarter of a mile up the wash to the boulder. I told Clemmie to come with us and take a look. It was well disguised. I didn't even see it until my mental triangulation kicked in and I found the small side wash. You never saw such an unremarkable lump. I whispered in her ear that there might be ten million dollars in gold under the dust and got a very wide eyed look back. She laughed and asked, "Theo, why are you whispering out here in the middle of nowhere?" I said, "The walls have ears," and boxed my hands out at her. I got a nice fist to the jaw and another to my stomach right after. I looked over the top of my dark glasses at her, and she said, "Self-defense classes."

DR came up the wash with no trouble and started clearing a way to the boulder. We decided I should turn the truck around and try backing up the wash carefully. I had Clemmie stand on the step outside the passenger door and call obstacles over there. Slowly, in low reverse, we crept closer to the loader. When we got within thirty yards, I put it in idle and sent Clemmie to be lookout again.

DR decided to work around the back side and see if he could slide the boulder into the bucket from there. At least, it would likely shift down the wash a bit. I asked him over the roar of the engine whether he thought it might break up before we got it moved. He hollered back, "Don't know, probably doesn't matter how many pieces we have to move. "

The loader complained about the boulder. Did not want to scoop it up. I suggested careful hollowing out under the back lip until it rolled into the bucket by itself. This was dicey, because we might end up with the boulder down in the hole we just made. DR was in his element, playing the loader controls like a piano. Somewhere in his past, the man had done this more than a few times.

Clemmie was hopping up and down with excitement, partly because she couldn't see what DR was doing. Finally I waved her over as the critical moment approached. I pulled her in front of me with my arms wrapped around her front. She pressed all of herself into me. I tickled her and she jerked.

It worked. Just as I was moving forward with a shovel, the dusty lump tipped into the loader bucket with a thump. Clemmie clapped and shouted "Yay!" I sent her back to the lookout. She no sooner got there than she was running back, pointing to the west.

Shit, this was a bad time. Boulder in the bucket was exposing our true purpose. I asked her, "What did you see?"

She was out of breath but said, "Cloud of dust on the access road, still aways away." I sent her back and told DR we had better see how fast we could get the boulder in the truck, or on the ground close by. The loader groaned more than a little as he coaxed it out of the small depression he was in and over some rough ground to the truck. Fortunately, the truck was obscuring us from sight to the west.

I dropped the tailgate on the truck, so DR could get the bucket inside the bed and then carefully elevate the rear of it. Before this happened, Clemmie reported that the dust had turned south away from us. I smiled at DR and he smiled at me and we took it nice and easy with the final steps.

Thirty minutes later, the boulder was in the bed, surrounded by a low cushion of gravel designed to disguise it and keep it from rolling around on our journey. Wanting to be ready to leave, we made the site look like just gravel had been removed, then got the loader on its trailer and hooked to the truck.

Clemmie pulled a beer from her insulated bag and held it up with some soda. We waved off the beer and gulped down two sodas. Clemmie said there was enough ice to keep the beer cold a while longer.

We sat in the dirt in the shade of the truck and looked at our watches. Three-thirty. Might as well go. Driving the truck with its load was going to be tricky. DR said, "Theo, you're doing well behind the wheel. Keep driving." Under the circumstances, a fifty year old saying that to an eighteen year old was a nice compliment.

I was happy we were in flat country. I was imagining bad outcomes with the loader pushing us down a steep grade. The truck made its way in and out of holes without much trouble. But dead slow progress was tiring. The highway asphalt was welcome and we got up to twenty-five. The miles go real slow at that speed, but we needed to use up time anyway.

With five straight miles left before the ranch, it was fully dark. I kept the speed at thirty and waved people by as soon as I could. The fewer people who might remember a dump truck on north-south highway on Monday evening, the better.

Everybody was relieved to see our dark boulder fall out of the loader bucket into some hay behind the barn. It could be covered quickly, if necessary.

DR and I looked at our tired and dirty bodies and decided the equipment could be returned in the morning. I asked Clemmie, "Ok to stay here tonight?" She nodded and I asked her to make a phone call to tell folks where we were and that this was confidential information not to be disclosed to anyone.

We gave her the shower first. I tossed a terrycloth robe at her and said to throw out the dirty clothes so they could go in the washer.

Everything came flying out and the two men stripped down so one load would do it. Water was short in the desert.

I knocked on the door and said, "Hey, beautiful, we only get to take navy showers out here. Wet down, turn off, soap up, you get the drift..."

"Aye, aye, Admiral," floated back. DR said, "She's pretty sharp and tough."

I said, "Yes, I have to find her a boyfriend. She's going to be in my bed tonight for sure."

He laughed, "I can think of a lot worse problems than that!"

Clemmie came out drying her hair. "I didn't get this real clean, but it will have to do." She smiled at us, "Are we dressing for dinner?" DR's robe almost touched the floor, but she looked adorable. We mumbled something about the refrigerator. She opened it and tossed out beers and poked around, then cased the cupboards.

"What about corned beef hash with egg over and some salad?"

We were told to sit at the table and stay out of the way. This was a new side of Clemmie to me. DR told her where things were, and I found silverware for the table.

In fifteen minutes, we were forking it in. She was next to me on the bench. I got an elbow and a "Well?"

I put my arm around her and said, "Clementine, you are a woman of many talents. DR and I are in your debt."

"Good. I am storing up many chits." She kissed me with a sinister chuckle.

DR and I kicked around the game plan. He said, "You need to give me a few days. I'll stay in touch. Keep your mother calmed down. What about those rocks I gave you?"

Clemmie was looking curious and I asked her to see if she could get Clara on her mobile.

She could and I grabbed the phone. "Clara, this is not a secure connection, but I was wondering if you had any news about those rocks?"

Her response was careful. "He said he needed to analyze them further, but we were likely to be pleasantly surprised."

"Thanks for the report. We will be back first thing. Clemmie just fed us a fantastic meal."

She said, "Theo, don't underestimate your women friends." Clemmie grabbed the phone and chattered woman talk for a minute and hung up. I got another elbow. "Don't underestimate." She was grinning at me and DR was laughing.

The men cleaned up while Clemmie dealt with the clothes and the dryer. She poked around in the back and asked DR if she and I could sleep on the big sofa out on the porch. He nodded and said, "You sure you want that young kid warming your backside? I might give you a better offer."

She went over and gave him a hard kiss on his lips, letting the robe gap open around her boobs. "Susan tells me you are a terrible womanizer and I need to be careful."

He frowned, "Damn sisters will give you away every time."

The sofa was cozy but it required occupants to be close friends. She wiggled her butt into me, knowing the result and laughing. "No sex tonight? Unless, of course, we happen to wake up in the middle of the night?"

"No, absolutely not. This is DR's office and you know the office rules."

"But I already quit this morning, so the rules are off."

There was a long kiss after that, with her hand pressing mine to her chest.

"I didn't accept your resignation. You now have a new job description as Personal Assistant and Chief Hostler to the President."

"What's a hostler?"

I needed another of those kisses. This time, she was pressing my hand between her legs. DR had killed the lights inside and we were lying on the porch looking at a forest of stars.

"A hostler is the person who does all the preliminary work so the engineer can drive."

"Hmmm. So I get to go on more truck trips? Can I learn how to drive that loader?"

My hands were roaming around and she was making approving noises.

"DR will be unhappy if you have noisy sex with me. His current woman is on a trip."

"Maybe I can practice silent sex with you. No promises."

My tongue explored hers. "That's what I am afraid of."

She quickly got us coupled and moaned into my mouth. Something about the tenseness of the day, the beauty of the starry desert night, and the firm squirmy body in my hands got me all fired up. She didn't stay at my side long. I drove a good missionary thrust down into a grasping cunt and sank us halfway to the floor. She giggled and tried to hump herself out of the hole. That didn't work and the damn sofa was making a lot of noise even though we weren't. I flipped us over and pulled her down.

"DR's probably fucked a lot of women on this sofa. I don't really care if he hears us."

"Fuck me Theo, do me really good."

We weren't in a hurry and it took a few minutes, but finally Clemmie gave out a long musical wail as she came on me and I shot up into her.

In a minute, DR was at the door in his shorts. "Hot damn, that was good sex. You two should charge admission!"

Clemmie sat up there in the dark, incredibly provocative, with her boobs glowing in the dimness. "DR, Theo and I have some issues, but I think we just worked them out. I hope you don't mind us doing it on your back porch."

"Honey, you entertain an old man like that, and you can have the back porch any time you want."

"Theo says I am now the hostler for your hauling project."

That got her a good thrust from me. She squeezed and said, "Behave yourself, engineer."

The dark before dawn was special at DR's. We both sensed the other was awake and cuddled tightly. "Are you really letting me be your PA?"

I kissed the back of her neck. "What did I tell you in front of the group at Keeler last week?"

"You said I was special and was promoted to PA."

"You don't believe I mean what I say?"

She turned into me and kissed wetly. Tears fell on my face. "Damn it, Theo, why do all your women end up crying happy tears?"

I rubbed her breast and licked the tip of it.

"If you give me more sex in places like this, I can behave in the office." She was rising and giggling.

She used the bathroom and went to do the coffee. DR was in his robe, motioning me to be next.

We sat on the front porch, feeling the first rays of the morning sun. She was between us, decked out in the clean version of her grubbies. There was a new confidence. Hanging out with two guys and working on their secret project. Excited about million dollar boulders. Hoping to get to run that complicated loader.

DR said to me, "Theo, aren't hostlers supposed to get the equipment ready to move?"

"That's right, DR." My hand was on her thigh on top of the denim pants.

"Well, why is that loader still sitting on the ground?"

"Beats me, the hostler must still be in bed. Missed the early call."

She was on her feet shouting at us. "Come on! Show me what to do!"

DR got her up next to him, arm around that firm waist, and let her prime it and turn the key. She jumped when it roared to life and looked down at me from the high seat, eyes wide. DR told her to pay attention and had her try each lever to see what it did. The bucket went up and down, it tilted forward and back. He put the shift lever in reverse and gave it some throttle. With a roar, the loader began backing. He showed her the turning levers and had her move it forward with a left turn. In ten minutes she was moving all on her own, a wide grin on her face. He asked her to take a small scoop of dirt and dump it on the boulder. She glanced at me, scared to go near the precious stone with the machine. Slowly but correctly, she did it. DR kissed her in congratulation and she turned to me, punching the air. "I did it!"

DR got down and suddenly she looked lonely and scared. I gestured with my hands to turn it around and take it up to the trailer ramp. As the machine did what she told it to, her hands got more confident. The first attempt at a turn was too tight and I motioned to take it out further in the yard and come around. As the loader approached the ramp, I asked DR, "Should we let her take it up?"

"She's probably scared shitless, but has a good hand with it. Let's give her a shot."

I climbed up and said, "Nice work. DR says you are a natural. He wants you to take it up the ramp."

"Oh Theo! I only just learned a few minutes ago!"

I got down and smiled at her. DR smiled. She wailed and clenched her teeth as some throttle sent the machine slowly up the ramp. Her positioning was good, and neither turn lever was needed. DR stood at the front of the trailer and gave her inches to go with his hands.

He waved her off and signaled for shutdown. She sagged in the seat as DR and I put the traveling chains on.

I suggested to DR that we could bring his car back on the weekend and he tossed his keys to me. "Done. I can use the old pickup if I have to."

With water and snacks, Clemmie and I were gone before seven. She giggled and said, "Theo, you have a girl with no underpants next to you. Does everyone pee in their pants the first time they drive that monster?" I laughed a lot. Clemmie just wiggled deliciously, knowing she was turning me on.

As we neared the rental yard, I said, "Call Clara and ask her to meet us at your house at eleven. Say we need to talk about gold progress and plans. Call the twins and tell them to bring some lunch for five or six and come at noon."

"Yes sir!" said my new PA. I rubbed her neck and touseled her blond hair as we drove in. The rental agent looked things over and signed us off. I told Clemmie to ask the twins if they could rescue DR's car and bring it to lunch, and then followed her to her house. Clara's car was already in front.

I stopped her on the front walk. "Do you feel like some acting practice?" She looked at me with suspicion. "It will be fun, I promise."

"You are being devious again," she said, moving into my arms. I whispered into her ear, "I want you to pretend we are having a fight over something from yesterday. I'm going to pick you up and you are going to start kicking and squirming and trying to get away. I want your very worst language used on me, and some of that self-defense stuff. When we get to your bedroom, we are going to rip our clothes off, still fighting, and right in front of Clara, we are going to fuck. She is going to come to your aid and we are going to do her too. Is that enough excitement?"

She started fighting right there on the sidewalk. "Theo! You are such a fucking bastard!" I had her over my shoulder heading for the door before the neighbors noticed what must look like a rape in progress. Her legs were flailing and oaths spewing. I hurried past an astonished Clara and down the hall. She was screaming, "Why did I let you make me go on that stupid trip. Scared the shit out of me and then fucked me in front of DR! God, don't you have any decency at all?!" The buttons on her work shirt popped nicely, and the canvas trousers were a tangle around her ankles. I swatted her beautiful white ass. "You good for nothing twerp! What did you think working for me was going to be like!" She yanked down my own pants and we were on each other, raining blows. My cock was ready for duty, hard as steel. She elbowed my ribs and yelled, "I suppose I have to go down for you like all those other babes? Well, I'm not. Goddam it, I'm not. If you can't treat me decent, you get nothing!"

A perfect line. Just as she finished, I jammed my body between her legs and my cock into her very wet sex. She writhed on the end of it, screaming, "No, you bastard, no! Don't you know the meaning of no?!"

Clara was so busy getting naked and jumping me, she didn't notice that Clemmie was now giggling and humping me like crazy.

I was getting serious rough treatment from above, and serious hot sex from below. Clara finally noticed and said, "What the fuck is going on?"

Clemmie wailed, "Finish me, please finish me."

One of my PA's best skills is a long, warbling musical wail as she comes. Clara was down at our side, giving both of us hard looks. "I said, 'What the fuck is going on?' "

I knew she would be wet, and she was. Clemmie wasn't even done shaking when my extra hard rod filled that muscular cunt. Her eyes were wide open and she said, "This was a trick! A nasty dirty trick. I thought something had really gone wrong with you two."

Clemmie said, "Shut up and fuck. You're not my queer lover anymore. He told me you had a big, big orgasm on his cock the other night." Clemmie leaned down and went to work on Clara's big tits with her lips and teeth. I stepped up my hard pounding of her cunt. She closed her eyes, moaned loudly and came. A top to bottom shuddering orgasm.

"Is someone going to tell me what that was all about?"

"He and I had issues yesterday morning. He fired me and then he unfired me and I helped with the boulder business. We had the best sex ever on DR's back porch last night under the stars. DR said it was so good we should charge admission. Then just now, he asked if I would do some acting, and you saw the result. I think the twins told him you and I were lovers and he wanted to see whether we liked cock or not."

She smiled and kissed Clara on the lips. Clara looked pissed, but started giggling. "Theo, you are such a bad boy! What are we going to do with you? Every time you get one of these off the wall ideas, we end up screaming our fool heads off on the end of your cock!"

"Yeah, on the end of your cock."

The front door opened and in a few seconds, two heads with sacks in their arms were in the doorway.

"I'll be damned. That is supposed to be an important conference? Theo, aren't you getting enough that you have to have it before noon?"

Clemmie and Clara went to the shower and I went into the kitchen with the twins. They pressed their heads to mine and whispered, "You were doing more cock training, weren't you? As if you needed stud practice!"