"Oh, you'll get your call....... sooner or later," he smirked. Suddently the girl's large brown eyes filled with alarm. She had received the message.

"No........" she started, an- ger in her voice as well as a little fear.

"Yes," he said, smiling, undoing the clasp of his heavy leather belt.

"Look," her husky voice. trembled. "I have money. You can earn ten thousand if you get me to a phone right now."

Pascual laughed. She would pay him for not doing what other men paid her to let them do!! He unbuckled his gun and set it down in the open glove compartment in front of him. "Now where would a girl like you get ten thou- sand?" he sneered. "Now, just come on and be a good girl, darling. You do do this every night for your living, I know. You just be good and grate- ful for the fact that I will be getting you out of here.”

The brunette reached hastily for the door, but Pas- cual

was too quick for her. "No!" she screamed, but Pascual had her over the back of the seat, pressing both her arms against the partition of

the van.

"Let's go in the back," Pascual whispered fiercely. "We can be much more comfor- table."

The girl began to struggle hard, writhing under him, which only made Pascual smile more with pleasure. "How dare you?" she croaked, pulling her head away from his. "Haven't I told you. I'm Irena Varga. I was kidnapped! You have to help me......Oh......"

Pascual had forced open the partition. He threw her back over the seat and onto the floor. He pressed his body down on her, kissing her throat and face Still he kept her arms pinned tightly.

"I-I'll have you shot," the girl gasped, but Antonio Pascual

only laughed through clenched teeth.

"Only after you've been a good girl," he panted, trying to kiss her lips, but she was able to keep her head twisted away. He forced her legs apart, his knees holding her in place, but she began to thrash even more wildly. Her stockings were laddered but they were still dark as Pascual ran his hand slowly over them. He ripped up her skirt and petti- coat. Her flesh was white, soft and inviting above the stockings to her dark, blue silk, frilled panties.

She suddently stopped writhing against him which he'd enjoyed so much. She let him kiss her and began to cooperate with him, her legs caressing his partly naked thighs and hips.

"That's better," he breath- ed, releasing one of her hands cautiously. She put it round his neck to pull him closer, her breasts hard against his chest. He caressed her body, her soft thighs and suspenders as she squirmed delightfully under his touch. His mouth was buried in hers. He let her other arm go so that she could hold him even tighter. Yes, she was defin- itely more than a twenty-a-time girl. He was trembling in antici- pation. This could be something

to

brag about for for months.

He pushed himself up from her to take down his pants completely. She lay on the deck of the radio van, her thighs pinned by him, her skirts torn even more and ga- thered up about her waist. He put a hand on her panties and garter belt. There was a funny smile on her face, as if she were laughing at him. Antonio Pascual felt the anger rise in him. So she didn't think much of his technique, did she? His hand moved about, caressing her panties. Suddenly, he under- stood why the pretty brunette girl had smiled at him in such a queer way.

"You're a man!" Shock,

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amazement, disgust, self-revul- sion and contempt were all mirrored in the patrolman's young face.

"Yes," said the girl sim- ply. She pushed herself up on her elbows. "Now, will you take me to where I can please make my phone call!”

Pascual stared at 'her,' now SO cool, arrogant and smug. Twenty-a-time girl, he snarled to himself, thinking she'd really put one over on him and now he'd do whatever 'she' wanted. But others must have willingly gone down on this one and she must have serviced them in 'her' own way. Now she could show him her real talents. He pushed her back flat on the deck and lowered his body onto 'hers' again. His mouth found her soft, yielding lips and he kissed her firmly. He knew full well now that 'she' was a man beneath him, but she tasted and felt like a real girl.

"No!" she screamed, be- ginning to fight again, her legs, spread apart, flailing at him. can't do that! I'm a

"You man!"

"So?" grunted Pascual, gritting his teeth again, as he pinned her arms with his. "You got me up this far, girlie, now you can get me down. Just like you do with your boy- friends and your tricks." He kissed her again bruisingly, and she tried to roll away from him, but he lay on her, laughing as her face contorted with the effort. He even let her hands go. She tried to scratch him, but he buried his head in her bosom, kssing her chest. He wondered if she had real breasts. He'd heard that some men like her did. He fought with her in the attempt to get her panties off. She seemed then to relent for a moment, letting go as his hands dug hard into her hips, under her panties, tugging them down. He'd al- most uncovered her, her legs rigid, when he became dimly