The Erection Set by Mickey Spillane

to be on the conservative side, don’t I?”
    The smile he returned was deliberate, eyes dropping beneath the level of her own. “Not really,” he said. “Assuming that professional women are all properly coiffed and made up, carefully tailored and impeccably mannered, can you explain why you are not wearing a brassiere, nor why neither seam nor hem of undergarment shows beneath that silken Pucci minisheath you’re wearing? Except for your dress and shoes, you are completely naked, and when you stand erect certain basic hirsute attributes are proudly evident despite the outer covering.”
    â€œI didn’t think it showed,” Sharon said. She knew the red was showing on her shoulders, but the blush wasn’t in the casual tone of her voice.
    â€œPerhaps I have a more experienced eye than most. And perhaps I think you are lying. You do know it shows.”
    â€œThen you shouldn’t be looking in that direction.”
    â€œWhy not? It is the reason for your ... undressed appearance. Flaunting the female plumage, no? An admirable approach. I am thoroughly enchanted. And why not? Your skin is flawless, your physique perfect. Of all the women in the room, your breasts are by far most suited for their purpose. Large enough to be the objects of attention, to sustain themselves without implementation, yet not so large as to interfere with more important actions.”
    â€œIs sex all that you have on your mind?” she asked him. His half-shaded eyes unveiled themselves momentarily in surprise and she was pleased that her voice had held no expression of excitement he had deliberately tried to implant in her.
    â€œThat is generally true,” he told her. “Can you suggest something that should take precedence?” He sipped his drink and waited for her answer.
    â€œTry gainful employment.”
    Raul shrugged and smiled again. “Hardly necessary. I am quite wealthy. Working for more would only be a pretense. I would rather spend my time and energy working on you, my dear. You interest me immensely.”
    â€œFor what purpose?”
    â€œThe ultimate purpose,” he said, “of taking you to bed with me, totally naked and ready for the unlimited capacity of Raul Fucia. Your enjoyment of my efforts would be profuse.”
    Sharon let her eyes range over him, then her teeth glinted in a small grin. “I’m afraid I’d be a disappointment to you, Raul. You see, I’m quite virginal.”
    â€œLovely,” he said. “A woman virginal in spirit is a wonder to behold.”
    â€œIn body, my friend. I’m a complete maidenheaded virgin. How about that?”
    There was no denying the tone of her voice at all this time. She had calculated it to perfection without any effort at all and for a moment nearly enjoyed the consternation that showed in his face.
    â€œImpossible!”
    â€œNot so impossible. I’ve just never been laid, that’s all. I never met a man I wanted to get that close to. Simple, when you consider it.”
    He put the drink down, pulled up the ottoman beside her and sat down quickly, his hand reaching for hers. She let him take it without resisting. “Then, by all means, you must have me. I insist, you must!”
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œBecause the initial experience has to be a momentous occasion. Only a man of experience can ...”
    â€œRaul ... balls. When I want to, I’ll go. Not before. You’re not the man either.”
    â€œBut you have not seen me.”
    â€œYou’re beginning to show, Raul. The thought of a possible virgin in your life was a little too much. Was that why you sat down?”
    â€œMy dear Sharon ...”
    â€œI’ve been around, my fine foreign friend. I’ve necked, petted and experienced orgasm. I’ve engaged in a few sexual episodes that produced the proper physical pleasures and enjoyed it and I’ll probably do more of the same again when I want